"Set down! I've got something to say to you!"
"I have something to say to you, too, Grandmother," Rosemary replied, taking the chair indicated by the shaking forefinger. For the first time in her life she was not afraid of the old lady.
"I've noticed," Grandmother began, tremulously, "that you're getting high and mighty all of a sudden. You've gone out twice lately without askin' if you might go, and I won't have it. Do you understand?"
"I hear you," the girl answered. "Is that all?"
"No, 'tain't all. You don't seem to have any sense of your position. Here you are a poor orphan, beholden to your grandmother for every mouthful you eat and all the clothes you wear, and if you can't behave yourself better 'n you've been doin', you shan't stay."
A faint smile appeared around the corners of Rosemary's mouth, then vanished. "Very well, Grandmother," she answered, demurely, rising from her chair. "I'll go whenever you want me to. Shall I go now?"
"Set down," commanded the old lady. "I'd like to know where you'd go!"
"I'd go to Mrs. Marsh's; I think she'd take me in."
Rosemary's Rejoinder
"You've got another think comin' then," Grandmother sneered. "Didn't I tell you to set down?"