Tillie’s eyes swept the faces before her, from the stern, set features of her father on her left, to the mild-faced, long-haired, hooks-and-eyes Amishman on her right.  The room grew perfectly still as they stared at her in expectant curiosity; for her air and manner did not suggest the humble suppliant for their continued favor,—­rather a self-confidence that instinctively excited their stubborn opposition.  “She’ll see oncet if she kin do with us what she wants,” was the thought in the minds of most of them.

“I am here,” Tillie spoke deliberately and distinctly, “to tender my resignation.”

There was dead silence.

“I regret that I could not give you a month’s notice, according to the terms of my agreement with you.  But I could not foresee the great good fortune that was about to befall me.”

Not a man stirred, but an ugly look of malicious chagrin appeared upon the face of Nathaniel Puntz.  Was he foiled in his anticipated revenge upon the girl who had “turned down” his Absalom?  Mr. Getz sat stiff and motionless, his eyes fixed upon Tillie.

“I resign my position at William Penn,” Tillie repeated, “To go to EUOROPE for four months’ travel with Miss Margaret.”

Again she swept them with her eyes.  Her father’s face was apoplectic; he was leaning forward, trying to speak, but he was too choked for utterance.  Nathaniel Puntz looked as though a wet sponge had been dashed upon his sleek countenance.  The other directors stared, dumfounded.  This case had no precedent in their experience.  They were at a loss how to take it.

“My resignation,” Tillie continued, “must take effect immediately--to-night.  I trust you will have no difficulty in getting a substitute.”

She paused—­there was not a movement or a sound in the room.

“I thank you for your attention.”  Tillie bowed, turned, and walked across the room.  Not until she reached the door was the spell broken.  With her hand on the knob, she saw her father rise and start toward her.

She had no wish for an encounter with him; quickly she went out into the hall, and, in order to escape him, she opened the street door, stepped out, and closed it very audibly behind her.  Then hurrying in at the adjoining door of the bar-room, she ran out to the hotel kitchen, where she knew she would find her aunt.

Mrs. Wackernagel was alone, washing dishes at the sink.  She looked up with a start at Tillie’s hurried entrance, and her kindly face showed distress as she saw who it was; for, faithful to the Rules, she would not speak to this backslider and excommunicant from the faith.  But Tillie went straight up to her, threw her arms about her neck, and pressed her lips to her aunt’s cheek.

“Aunty Em!  I can’t go away without saying good-by to you.  I am going to Europe!  To Europe, Aunty Em!” she cried.  The words sounded unreal and strange to her, and she repeated them to make their meaning clear to herself.  “Miss Margaret has sent for me to take me with her to Europe!”