It was only for an instant, however, for the rhyme that she had made seemed to sound in her ears as distinctly as if Jules were calling to her: "Giant scissors, fearless friend, Hasten, pray, thy aid to lend." "I will be a fearless friend," she thought.

Looking defiantly up into the angry face she demanded: "Then why do you keep such servants?
I came because they needed to be frightened, and I'm glad you caught me, for I told Jules that I should tell you about them as soon as you got home.
Brossard has starved and beaten him like a dog ever since he has been here.

I just hope that you will look at the stripes and bruises on his poor little back.

He begged me not to tell, for Brossard said you would likely drive him away, as you did your brother and sister.

But even if you do, the neighbors say that an orphan asylum would be a far better home for Jules than this has been.