"Mr. McDonald was too wealthy, Charlie," she said; "so when she wanted
him to work and be useful, and he refused, she ran off and got a
situation herself to teach him a lesson. She could drive a car. But her
people heard about it, and that wretched detective was responsible for
her safety. That's why he followed her about."
"I should like to follow her about myself," said Charlie Sands. "Do you
think she's unalterably decided to take McDonald, money and all? He's
still an idler. Lend me your car, Aunt Tish. There's a theory there;
and--who knows?"
"He is going to work for six months before she marries him," Tish said.
"He seems to like to work, now he has started."
She rang the bell and Hannah came to the door.
"Hannah," said Tish calmly, "call up the garage and tell McDonald to
bring the car round. Mr. Sands is going out."