"It's too bad," cried the young machinist, indignantly. "It ain't fair to make you work like a slave."
"What would you do if you was me?" asked the girl, with a hungry, searching look in her eyes.
For a moment Jack was nonplused.
"I don't know," he replied, slowly; "I might, though, if I thought over it. Are you a relative of his?"
"Not's I know."
"How long have you been here?"
"Ever since I can remember. I didn't mind it so much when Mrs. Pooler was alive, but since she died I hate it;" and Meg grated her teeth tightly together.
"Where is the house?" asked Mont.
"Over yonder, through the trees."
"Do you think you can get us something to eat?" continued the young man. "We have been out since yesterday, and I'm as hungry as a stray dog."