"She is not."
"Do you mean that she abuses you?"
"I do mean that," replied Kate, with some hesitation, which evinced an unwillingness to acknowledge the fact.
"What has she done to you?"
"She locks me up in one of the attic rooms for weeks together," she replied, bursting into tears.
"Don't cry, Kate; what does she lock you up for?" asked Bob, when I paused.
"I suppose I am very naughty, sometimes, but I can't help it," sobbed she.
"Then she locks you up to punish you for being naughty—does she?"
"Yes."
Bob looked significantly at me, as much as to say that he did not wish to have anything to do with "rescuing" a young miss who had been shut up for being naughty.