'Sula,' he began wretchedly.
The squire straightened up. He had pulled out from the safe a roll of bills. With it came a mass of brightly colored pamphlets which drifted about on the floor.
'Here,' he said, 'I mean both of you, of course.'
'I am to go, too?' cried Sula.
'Of course,' said the squire. 'Edwin will look after you.'
'In this dress?' said Sula.
'Yes, now run.'
For at least ten minutes more the eager company in the next room heard the squire’s voice go on angrily. Each mother was complacently certain that he was having no effect on her child.
'He is telling her she ought to be ashamed of herself,' said Mrs. Myers.
'He is telling him he is such a mother-baby,' responded Mrs. Hill. 'She will not go back to him while the world stands.'