“Every one who knows Kitty knows that she is a mischief-maker. Nasty, meddlesome toad!”
“Rose, this is spite, and nothing more,” exclaimed Jan.
“Silence!” ordered the magistrate. “The witness is not to be interfered with.”
“Please, your worship, I won’t have her slandering an innocent girl just because I gave her a workbox as a fairing.”
The justice endeavoured, but in vain, to get a connected story out of Rose. That Kitty was at the bottom of the fight, guilty of setting the young men boxing and belabouring each other: that was the burden of her evidence.
“A word with John Pooke,” said the justice, “whilst we are waiting for the other witness.”
Jan was put into the dock again.
“Is it your intention to summons Flood for assault?”
“What--Noah?”
“Yes, on account of your head being cut open.”