'You can fetch it for me.'
'I can do so, but I will not,' answered Honor. 'Charles, I will not stir hand or foot for a man who will speak of his innocent little brothers and sisters as you have done.'
'Take care of yourself!' exclaimed Charles, looking at her threateningly.
She was not overawed by his look. Her cheeks glowed with inner agitation. 'I am not afraid of you,' she said, and reseated herself at her work.
'I will fetch the cyder,' offered the good-natured Kate, springing into the back kitchen.
'That is a good, dear girl,' said Charles; 'you and I will be friends, and stand out against that dragon.'
He took the mug. 'Pshaw! this is not sufficient. I am thirsty as desert sand. Fetch me a jugful.'
'There is not another jug in the house,' said Kate. 'I will fill the mug again.'
Just then at the kitchen door appeared a white figure.
'Whom have we here?' exclaimed Charles.