"Pill!" I exclaimed. "Why?"
"Because I have seen her again. She was behind the curtains, and I caught her putting out her red head to look at me."
"Did you see her face?"
"No; she up with her arm over it and scuttled away."
"This is strange. I do not think I have more than two podophyllin pills left in the box, but to those you are welcome. Only I should recommend a different treatment. Instead of taking them yourself, the moment you see, or fancy that you see, the red-haired girl, go at her with the box and threaten to administer the pills to her. That will rout her, if anything will."
"But she will not stop for the pills."
"The threat of having them forced on her every time she shows herself will disconcert her. Conceive, I am supposing, that on each occasion Miss Bessie, or I, were to meet you on the stairs, in a room, on the landing, in the hall, we were to rush on you and force, let us say, castor-oil globules between your lips. You would give notice at once."
"Yes; so I should, ma'am."
"Well, try this upon the red-haired girl. It will prove infallible."
"Thank you, ma'am; what you say seems reasonable."