"No one can be better in such society. I will not grow better here. See how they glare at me!"
And her heart became still harder, and she felt a hatred towards all mankind.
"They have a nice story to tell up there now. Oh, how I suffer!"
She listened, and heard them telling her history as a warning to children, and the little ones called her "ungodly Inger." "She was so naughty," they said, "so very wicked, that she deserved to suffer."
The children always spoke harshly of her. One day, however, that hunger and misery were gnawing her most dreadfully, and she heard her name mentioned, and her story told to an innocent child—a little girl—she observed that the child burst into tears in her distress for the proud, finely-dressed Inger.
"But will she never come up again?" asked the child.
The answer was,—
"She will never come up again."
"But if she will beg pardon, and promise never to be naughty again?"
"But she will not beg pardon," they said.