"Well, good-by; I get out here."
"Good-by, ma'am. I hope you won't have so much trouble with your children as I have."
"I am sure your little girl will be better when she gets home."
"I hope so, ma'am."
Rose did not speak. She was too much distressed, and, child as she was, she had an instinctive feeling that her stepfather was false and hypocritical, and she did not feel spirit enough to contradict his assertions about herself and Rufus.
At length they reached the ferry, and embarked on the ferry-boat.
Rose no longer tried to get away. In the first place, she was now so far away from home that she would not have known her way back. Besides, she saw that Mr. Martin was determined to carry her with him, and that resistance would be quite useless, so in silent misery she submitted herself to what it seemed impossible to escape.
They got into the cars on the other side, and the trip passed without incident.
"We get out here," said Mr. Martin, when they had been riding about half an hour.
Rose meekly obeyed his summons, and followed him out of the car.