"She doesn't care and she will, too, run away.

But where is Mrs.Harvey ?" "Poor soul!" murmured Sharon.

"Think what a lot she's missed already! Do call her, my dear!" Juliana stepped to the doorway and called musically into the dusky hall: "Mrs.Harvey! Mrs.Harvey! Come quickly, please! We have something lovely to show you!" The offenders were still to be butchered to make a Whipple holiday.
"Coming!" called a high voice from far within.
The Wilbur twin sickeningly guessed this would be the cruel stepmother.
Real cruelty would now begin.

Beating, most likely.

But when, a moment later, she stood puzzling in the doorway, he felt an instant relief.