"Give me back the ten shillings I paid the woman, and keep the watch," she said, pushing it towards him.
But he was not to be moved. "We never return money under any circumstances," he said.
"Very well, you'll never have a farthing more of mine. You may send the police as much as you like, and I'll tell the magistrate how you cheat poor servant girls;" and snatching up her watch, Miriam walked out of the shop, not tearful, like Fanny was, but angry and defiant.
"What have they told you?" asked Fanny, anxiously.
"Just what they told you, I suppose." Miriam could scarcely speak civilly even to her friend, she was so angry.
"It is a shame," said Fanny, the tears filling her eyes again.
"They are cheats and swindlers, and they shan't have another farthing of me. No, not even if they send a policeman, as the fellow says he will," declared Miriam.
At the sound of the word "policeman" Fanny shivered.
"Do you think he would do that?" she asked.
"Oh, there's no telling—he might; but if he does he must. I won't pay him any more money, I know," said Miriam.