"I will," said Antoinette. "I don't like spitfires. High! what a powder-magazine she is, mamma! Her eyes are enough to set fire to things sometimes."
"Don't use such an inelegant word, Antoinette. 'High!' How can you? Where did you get it?"
"You send me to school, mamma, to learn; and so I pick up a few things.
But do you think it is true, what she says about Mr. Southwode?"
"What?"
"That he will come and take her away from you."
"Not if I don't choose it,"
"And you will not choose it, will you?"
"Don't be foolish, Antoinette. Rotha will never see Mr. Southwode again.
She has defied me, and now she may take the consequences."
"But he will come back, mamma? He said so."
"I hope he will."