Jack laughed insolently.
“Is he your brother?” in a sharp tone.
“I’m only the nurse girl, please, sir,” and Marilla began to cry.
The floor walker shook Jack until he was purple in the face.
“You little thief! You ought to go to the Station House. I’ve half a mind to send you!”
“Oh, please don’t,” pleaded Marilla. She stooped to pick up some of the broken pieces. “I think his mother will pay for them.”
“Who’s his mother?”
“Mrs. John Borden, 138 Arch Street.”
“What brought you in the store.”
“I was sent to buy some things. They are in this bag, and—the change.”