"You'll have one in two two's if you make any disturbance," Miss Sally promised her, with half a glance back at the street. "Show me into the house, if you please."
"Shan't."
The woman placed herself in the pathway, with arms akimbo, barring her passage.
"You behave very foolishly in denying me," said Miss Sally.
"Maybe; but I got my orders. You never took no orders from a man, I should say—not by the looks o' yer."
"You are right there."
Miss Sally regarded her with a smile of conscious strength, stern but good-natured. Her gaze wandered past the woman's shoulder, and the smile broadened. Mrs. Huggins saw it broaden, and cast a look behind her, towards the house—to see Mr. Bossom, coal-grimed but cheerful, grinning down on her from the front door-step.
"It's a trap!" she gasped, shooting a venomous look at Mr. Hucks.
"It looks like one," said Miss Sally, stepping past her; "and I shall be curious to know, by and by, who baited it."
"Where shall I take ye, ma'am?" asked Sam Bossom.