"Now, Elvira," said Polly, going up to her, where she stood glaring at Joel, who still persisted in his sociable advances, "you come with me," and she put out her hand.
"I ain't a-goin' to," declared Elvira, stubbornly, and putting her hands back of her.
"Oh, you bad, wicked, awful girl!" cried Alexia, hovering near.
"Elvira," said Polly, and there was a little white line coming around her mouth, "you will come with me, or else you must go home."
"Not to stay with that great big lady," said Elvira, in dismay, her hands falling to her side and her face filling with terror.
"Yes, you surely must," said Polly, decidedly, "go right back and stay with Madam Van Ruypen, unless you do as I say."
"Oh, then I'll go with you." Elvira slipped her hand into Polly's, made a final grimace at Joel, who, dreadfully disappointed, went back alone to Pickering.
"So this is Elvira," said Jasper, looking at her kindly. She didn't seem to see the hand he put forth.
"What you sittin' there for?" she demanded abruptly.
"Oh—well—they make me," said Jasper, with a little laugh.