"I'm not! I'm not!"
"Somebody's been knockin' me."
"No. Nonsense!" Clare tried to free her arm.
But Tottie only held her the tighter. "Then why are you goin'?"
"I've told you.—Please, Tottie!" Again she strove to loosen the other's grip, seeing which Barbara, fearing for her Aunt Clare, cast aside her doll and ran to stand beside the younger woman, trembling a little, and ready to burst into tears.
"Aw, you can't fool me!" declared Tottie.
"I don't want to!"
Tottie thrust her face close to Clare's. "You've got your marchin' orders!"
"What do you—you mean?" The other choked; her look wavered.
"You're on the run."