“What nonsense! At this time of night! I won’t allow it!”
“You can’t stop me,” said Rosaleen.
Miss Amy was frightened, unspeakably dismayed at what she had done.
“Don’t be silly!” she said. “Let bygones be bygones. I—I’m sorry, Rosaleen. Let’s forget all about it. Get to bed now, like a good girl!”
Rosaleen shook her head.
“No!” she said, “I’ve got to go.”
“You wicked girl! Think of all we’ve done for you!” said Miss Amy, in despair.
“I don’t care,” said Rosaleen.
“I won’t let you take that suitcase, then. It’s mine.”
Instantly Rosaleen began taking her things out of it.