“You ain't going to stop, are you?” whispered Ida.
“Ain't going to stop!” repeated the man called Dick. “Why shouldn't she? Ain't she at home?”
“At home!” echoed Ida, apprehensively, opening wide her eyes in astonishment.
“Yes, ask her.”
Ida looked, inquiringly, at Mrs. Hardwick.
“You might as well take off your things,” said the latter, grimly. “We ain't going any farther to-day.”
“And where's the lady you said you were going to see?” asked the child, bewildered.
“The one that was interested in you?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I'm the one.”