"I shall have to take you home before you transgress again," said her niece, rising.
"Don't go. We haven't decided what we must do," urged Miss Virginia.
"What do you think, Mrs. Millard?" asked Madelaine, with an upward glance, and flattering emphasis.
Mrs. Millard caressed the hand that lay on her lap as she replied, "My own feeling is that we should refuse our patronage—not that they are likely to have anything we'd care to buy—and use our influence against it."
"Well, I for one shan't make any promises; if I need a spool of thread and can save a walk, I shall go over there to get it," Miss Sarah announced positively.
"You might add that your patronage is not likely of itself to save the shop from bankruptcy," put in her nephew.
Everybody seemed to be going. Charlotte tucked her history under her arm and ran upstairs. As she went to the window to draw the curtain a bright light shone from the shop across the street.
"I wonder if you'll be sorry you came here?" said Charlotte to herself.