The little general, about to sit, was so astonished that he straightened and stiffened himself. "In consenting to overlook your conduct and take you back I have gone farther than I ever intended. I have taken into consideration your youth and inexperience."
"But I am not going back," said Mildred.
The little general slowly seated himself. "You have less than two hundred and fifty dollars left," said he.
"Really? Your spies know better than I."
"I have seen Presbury. He assures me that in no circumstances will he and your mother take you back."
"They will not have the chance to refuse," said Mildred.
"As for your brother—"
"I have no brother," said she coldly.
"Then you are coming back with me."
"No," said Mildred. "I should"—she cast about for an impressive alternative—"I should stay on here, rather."