“He would try to make you say it.”
“And if I wouldn’t, would he say, ‘Go out of my house and never come in again’?”
“No; you are his little girl!”
“Then I think he shouldn’t say it to you.—What is your name?”
“Clare.”
“Then, Clare, if my papa sends you out of his house, I will go with you.—You wouldn’t turn me out, would you, when I was a little naughty?”
“No; neither would your papa.”
“If he turned you out, it would be all the same. Where you go, I will go. I must, you know! Would you mind if he said, ‘Go away’?”
“I should be very sorry to leave you.”
“Yes, but that’s not going to be! Why do you stay with papa? Were you in the house always—ever so long before I saw you?”