hardly knew, although I had lived in the house about two years. Presently Gus came down the stairs.
"You here!" he exclaimed. "What brought you? Haven't you done harm enough?"
"I don't want to do harm. I thought I might just see your father, and then go away."
"Well, he just asked for you," was Gus's unexpected reply. "But ma said you weren't to be let up."
"If he asked I'm going," I said with a sudden determination.
I ran up the stairs at once. At the head I met Mrs. Stillwell.
"Where are you going?" she asked coldly.
"To see Uncle Felix."
"Well, I guess you are not!"
"Gus says he asked for me."
"I don't care. You shall not see the poor man."
"Excuse me, madam, but I will," I replied, and brushed past her and on to the door of my uncle's room.
She caught me by the arm.
"You just march downstairs!" she cried.
"Is that Luke?" came a feeble voice from within.
"Yes, Uncle Felix," I hastened to reply.
"Let him come in, dear; I must see him."
