"Where is your sister?" she asked peremptorily of her.
"She's in the kitchen mixing up bread," Amanda quavered; "is there
anything--" But the school-teacher was gone.
She found Sophia Gill standing by the kitchen table kneading dough
with dignity. The young girl Flora was bringing some flour from
the pantry. She stopped and stared at Miss Stark, and her pretty,
delicate young face took on an expression of alarm.
Miss Stark opened at once upon the subject in her mind.
"Miss Gill," said she, with her utmost school-teacher manner, "I
wish to inquire why you have had my own clothes removed from the
closet in my room and others substituted?"
Sophia Gill stood with her hands fast in the dough, regarding her.
Her own face paled slowly and reluctantly, her mouth stiffened.
"What? I don't quite understand what you mean, Miss Stark," said
she.
"My clothes are not in the closet in my room and it is full of
things which do not belong to me," said Louisa Stark.
"Bring me that flour," said Sophia sharply to the young girl, who
obeyed, casting timid, startled glances at Miss Stark as she passed
her. Sophia Gill began rubbing her hands clear of the dough.
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