Miss Jemima seized the arm of the little man with an iron grip.
“Man! you saw her go away, and you let her go?”
With difficulty Tommy freed his arm.
“Well, ma-am, perhaps I ought——”
“Of course you ought,” rapped out the lady, sharply. “You must be a gabey.”
“No doubt, ma-am. But little miss will come back. She knows her way about. She will be home to dinner.”
Having spoken, Tommy was turning to recross the street.
“Stop, man!”
Tommy stopped and faced around once more.
“Which way did she go?”