"You love little Lottie, don't you?" Janice demanded, with sudden cruelty. "I should think you'd be willing to do something for her!"
"What do you mean?" and a little snap, which delighted Janice, suddenly came into Drugg's tone.
"Just what I say, Mr. Drugg. You speak as though you loved her."
"Your actions."
"My actions? What do you mean by that?" and the man flushed more deeply than before.
"I mean if you truly loved her, and longed to get her to Boston and to the surgeons, and the school there, it seems to me you'd be willing to work hard to that end."
"You show me—" he began, wrathfully, but she interrupted with:
"Now, wait! Let me have my way for an hour here, will you? I want you to go back to Lottie and do up the housework; I see your breakfast dishes are still unwashed. Leave me alone here and let me do as I like for an hour."
"You mean to clean up?" he asked, gazing about the store hopelessly.