“Dear, dear,” said the fat lady, “I am ’ot!” and she fanned herself with her handkerchief. “Haven’t you got a chair for me?”
The shop-woman looked at the girl who had seated herself on the only chair besides Mary’s one.
“I dare say Miss isn’t tired,” she said; “won’t you give the lady your chair?”
But the girl would not move.
“No,” she said; “that child isn’t eating anything. She can give her chair. Put her down, Fred.”
And the bigger of the boys lifted Mary roughly down from her perch before the shop-woman could interfere, and then they all burst out laughing, and Mary, whose face had been getting whiter and whiter, rushed to the open door and ran with all her might down the street.