Those who had been long away from home, and who had travelled the whole world round, declared that such an air is to be met with nowhere else.
CHAPTER VI
Sarah and Henrietta sat in the workroom winding yarn. Henrietta talked in a whisper. Their mother sat writing letters in the parlour, the door of which was open. She was a little hard of hearing.
"... And, then, you must know—yes, is it not strange what people will do? for they stole a rope. Just fancy!"
"Who, Henrietta?"
"Why, Lauritz and the others."
"Stole, did you say?"
"Are you out of your senses?" said Henrietta, scandalized at the suggestion. "Do you suppose that Lauritz steals? No; they only took a rubbishing piece of old rope not worth sixpence, which was hanging behind the door of Skipper Worse's storehouse. The rich Skipper Worse, as if such a thing were worth notice!"
"But, Henrietta, you know that it does not depend upon its value. Every one who steals——"