"It was Mr. Howe's doings, ma'am. I told him you would be angry, and so I didn't want to have no hand in it, but Lor', ma'am, he made me; it wasn't no fault of mine, because I know'd it was agin' your wishes, and so I made bold to tell him, ma'am."
"Hold your tongue. Take those messes (pointing to the medicines) up into the attic, and then come back and get that baby."
Rose clasped Charley closer to her bosom, for Mrs. Howe's face was demoniac in its rage.
"Out with you," said Mrs. Howe, taking Rose by the shoulder and pointing to the door.
"Patty."
"Yes, ma'am."
"You see now," said that amiable lady, locking the door of the spare room, and putting the key into her pocket, "whom you are to mind—who is master in this house—do you? Go down into the kitchen."
"There—didn't I tell you so?" asked the triumphant Patty of the crest-fallen cook; "now for my gold ear-rings."
"Not that you know of," said Nancy.
"What do you mean? Didn't you say that if—"