You're going to stay here; so take off that bonnet of yours, and say no more about it." Ida made no motion toward obeying this mandate.
"Then I'll do it for you," said Peg.
She roughly untied the bonnet--Ida struggling vainly in opposition--and taking this, with the shawl, carried them to a closet, in which she placed them, and then, locking the door, deliberately put the key in her pocket.
"There," said she, grimly, "I guess you're safe for the present." "Ain't you ever going to carry me back ?" "Some years hence I may possibly," answered the woman, coolly.

"We want you here for the present.

Besides, you're not sure that they want you back." "Not want me back again ?" "That's what I said.

How do you know but your father and mother sent you off on purpose?
They've been troubled with you long enough, and now they've bound you apprentice to me till you're eighteen." "It's a lie!" said Ida, firmly.

"They didn't send me off, and you're a wicked woman to tell me so." "Hoity-toity!" said the woman.