"Now, young lady," said Mr. Martin, sternly, "I am going to give you a piece of advice. Are you listening?"
"Yes," said Rose, dispiritedly.
"Then you had better give up snivelling at once. It aint going to do you any good. Maybe, if you behave well, I'll let your brother see you after a while, but if you kick up a fuss you'll never see him again in the world. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"I hope you do. Anyway, you'd better. I live over here now. I've took board for you and myself in the house of a woman that's got a girl about as big as you. If you aint foolish you'll have a good time playing with her."
"I want to see Rufie," moaned Rose.
"Well, you can't, and the sooner you make up your mind to that the better. Here we are."
He opened the front door of the shabby boarding house, and said to the servant whom he met in the entry, "Where's Mrs. Waters?"
"I'll call her directly, if you'd like to see her."
"Yes, I want to see her."