'I never heard such nonsense.' 'Well, anyway, he can take it back,' said the girl.

'Mother wouldn't let me destroy it, but she said I might give it back; so there it is.
We kept the frame--that's decent--that might do for something else.' Phoebe's eyes flashed.
'Thank you, Miss Morrison.

It would, indeed, be a great pity to waste my husband's work on some one who couldn't appreciate it.' She took the roll and stood with her hand upon it, protecting it.

'I'll tell him what you've done.' 'Oh, then, you do know where he is!' said Bella, with a laugh.
'What do you mean ?' 'What I say.' The eyes of the two women met across the table.

A flash of cruelty showed itself in those of the girl.