"Having a long talk with Thomas, grannie," answered Lucy.
"You have!" exclaimed Mrs. Boxall, who had expected nothing else, rising slowly from her seat with the air of one about to pronounce a solemn malediction.
"Yes, grannie; but he knew nothing till this very night of the way his father has behaved to us."
"He made you believe that, did he?"
"Yes, grannie."
"Then you're a fool. He didn't know, did he? Then you'll never see him again. He comes of a breed bad enough to believe anything of. You give him up or I give you up."
"No, I won't, grannie," said Lucy, smiling in her face.
"You or I leave this house, then."
"I won't, grannie."