"To me aunt's?" asked Inez, in some excitement.
"Yes," Nan replied.
"Is she a-lookin' for me?" demanded the child with a restless glance at the door of the shop.
"I don't think she is," Nan said.
"I should say not!" Bess added. "She seems to fairly hate you, child. And didn't she beat you?"
"Yep. She's the biggest, ye see. She took away all me money and then burned me basket. That was puttin' me on the fritz for fair, and I went wild and went for her. This is what I got!"
She dropped the shawl off her head suddenly. There, above the temple and where the tangled black hair had been cut away, was a long, angry wound. It was partially healed.
"Oh, my dear!" cried Nan.
Grace fell to crying. Bess grew very angry and threatened all manner of punishments for the cruel aunt.
"How did she do it?" Walter asked.