That lady had, so Peter said, certain "distressed damsels" closely immured in dungeons beneath her house.
"Distressed what?" asked Ed Mason.
"Damsels," replied Peter.
"What d'ye mean,—girls?"
"Well,—yes."
"I don't want 'em," rejoined the practical Ed; "let 'em stay there."
Peter was exasperated.
"Why, we've got to get them out," he asserted, "or they'll starve to death."
"How'd they get in there?" Ed Mason wished to know.
"What difference does that make? She captured 'em, I s'pose."