“But the air of Cairnhope has not made you friends with the unions.” She seemed to reflect a moment, then asked him at what time he had left Cairnhope.
“Eleven o'clock.”
“Ah! And whom did you visit before you came to me?”
“You question me like a child, mother.”
“Forgive me, dear. I will answer my own question. You called on some one who gave you bad advice.”
“Oh, did I?”
“On some woman.”
“Say, a lady”
“What does it matter to me?” cried Mrs. Little, wildly. “They are all my enemies. And this one is yours. It is a woman, who is not your mother, for she thinks more of herself than of you.”