"I am not going to stand it!" she said.
"What are you not going to stand?"
"This way of going on. I will not put up with it any longer."
"What can you do, Maria?"
"I'll go away. I will! I declare I will. I will not be Aunt Candy's cook and waiter any longer. I am not going to stand it. She may get her own dinners—or get a girl."
"But where can we go, Maria? It is no use to talk so. We haven't any place."
"She may keep you," said Maria; "but I'll go. I can't stand it. I don't know where. Somewhere! Anywhere would be better than this."
"I couldn't live here without you, Maria, you know," said the little one. "Don't talk so. What has made you angry to-day?"
"Why, the way you are served; and the way I am talked to."
"Me?" said Matilda. "Never mind. You and I have a good deal of time for ourselves, Maria. I shall get along, and I shall not mind so much. Don't you mind."