“I suppose you don’t care whether she gets killed or not.”
“Well, but she didn’t get killed, so I don’t have to excite myself, do I?”
“You might show a little decent feeling before Miss Barnes.”
“I don’t have to please Miss Barnes—or any of my servants, if it comes to that.”
“You’re a brute, Max!”
“If you’re going to be tiresome, I’ll finish my dinner upstairs,” she replied. “Heaven knows, if I’d had any idea you would be such a bore about her, I’d never have turned her over to you.”
“Do you know why she ran away? She went to find some ‘regular parents’—so she said.”
“We don’t suit then?” Mrs. Bryce laughed crisply.
“The poor little devil walked and walked, and when she was too tired to go any farther she asked a milk wagon driver to give her a lift, so she got away over to Rockville.”
“Where did she get this idea about parents?”