"You're to come straight back, then."
"I don't want to, Nell!"
"Well, you are to."
"I want to take him to visit Herr Smit, Nell."
Nell eyed the little heavy black mass that on ordinary days was Kate Kearney, and savagely harked back with, "I don't think a lodger's landlady's belongings should worry him at all times of the day!"
She blushed and dabbed angrily at her canvas.
Sheila Pat paused, and thought.
Intolerable, biting irritation possessed Nell. The room cramped her unbearably; painting drove her mad; everyone worried her; sick anger at it all goaded her.
"Sheila Pat, go and fetch your Pearl at once, and bring him straight back here!"
Sheila Pat eyed her interestedly.