“Home? Nonsense! Are you such a homesick baby as that?”
“I’m not homesick—not very—but I must go home.”
“You can’t—there’s no one here to take you. You don’t expect Caroline can drive you to Blair Water, do you?”
“Then I will walk.”
Aunt Nancy thumped her stick angrily on the floor.
“You will stay right here until I’m ready for you to go, Miss Puss. I never tolerate any whims but my own. Caroline knows that, don’t you, Caroline? Sit down to your breakfast—and eat—eat.”
Aunt Nancy glared at Emily.
“I won’t stay here,” said Emily. “I won’t stay another night in that horrible haunted room. It was cruel of you to put me there. If—” Emily gave Aunt Nancy glare for glare—“if I was Salome I’d ask for your head on a charger.”
“Hoity-toity! What nonsense is this about a haunted room? We’ve no ghosts at Wyther Grange. Have we, Caroline? We don’t consider them hygienic.”