Anne patted her mouth lazily. "She ought to have known she couldn't run away."
"What do you think Miss Bestris will do to her?"
Anne stood up, brushing out the wrinkles in her dress. "I should care."
"But what will she do?"
Anne shrugged. "Whip her, maybe. How should I know?"
"Don't you feel you'd like to run away, once in a while?" Milly asked, turning to look at the other girl.
Anne laughed coldly. "I've got better sense."
"But don't you want to?"
Anne tossed her purple hair. "Where is there to go? Who is there to go to?"
"Yes.... I guess you're right." Milly turned back to her reflection.