"You know why, Carlia."
"I don't."
"You're just talking to be talking—but here, this sounds like quarreling, and we don't want to do that so soon, do we?"
"No, I guess not."
"Won't you sit down."
The girl reached for a chair, then seated herself.
"The folks are anxious about you. When can you go home?"
"I'm not going home."
"Not going home? Why not? Who are these people, and what are you doing here?"
"These are good people, and they treat me fine. I'm going to stay—here."