"Mr. Iden will send it up," said her mother.
"Oh, he'll send it up. When will he send it up?"
"He'll send it up."
"He've a' said that every time, but it beant come yet. You tell un I be come to vetch it."
"Mr. Iden's not in."
"I'll bide till he be in."
"He'll only tell you he'll send it up."
"I'll bide and see un. You've served I shameful. It's nothing but cheating—that's what I calls it—to have things and never pay for um. It's cheating."
Amaryllis tore downstairs, flushed with passion.
"How dare you say such a thing? How dare you insult my mother? Leave the house this moment!"