"I sorry? No. Go away; don't torture me."
"Oh, Susan! I said I would bring her, and you said you'd listen to her. Here's the key of the tool-house. Let's open it and go in. We must say something to comfort you, Susan. I am an awfully bad girl, but I am sorry for you."
"No one is sorry for me," said Susan.
"Oh, yes, someone is. I am, and so is Star."
"If she is going to repent, I'll try and be sorry," said Star. "Are you going to repent, Susan?"
"No, I can't—I won't. There's nothing to be done. I must go to those girls to-night, and you must come with me. I am crying so because everyone has forsaken me, for Maud doesn't wish to come."
"Of course you are not going, Maud," said Star. "You will just stay with me; yes, you will."
"No, no; I won't forsake her," said Maud. "Everyone else has. I told you, Susy, that if you went I would go with you; but I wish you'd give it up. We are certain to be discovered."
"I suppose we are," said Susan, suddenly stopping her tears and looking full at Star. "I suppose you have told. I always knew you would."