"I am fifteen," said Sarah.
The men in the court-room smiled, and the lawyer went on as though he had not heard.
"It will be years before she is of age. How can such a child possibly look after a farm and bring up three children? They do not want a guardian; few children would, after having been allowed to run loose for years. But in their own interest, and in the interest especially of these younger children, I ask that Daniel Swartz be made their guardian."
Daniel Swartz looked about complacently, as if challenging those near him to prove that the lawyer's statements were untrue.
"To-morrow she loses her school," he said to Jacob Kalb.
Then he saw that the judge was speaking to Miss Miflin.
"What is your name?"
"Helen Miflin."
"You are a school-teacher?"