"And you say your aunt wants them?"
"Says I must bring them to her, and she will get me some more fit for me."
"What does she want with them?" cried Mrs. Mowbray sharply.
"She says she has none so fine, and she will keep them till I want them; but when would that be?"
"What did you say?"
"I said nothing. I was too terribly angry. I got out of the house without saying anything. It all came from asking her for some darning cotton to mend them; and what she gave me was too coarse."
"I have got fine darning cotton," said Mrs. Mowbray. "I will give you some."
"Then you do not think I need let her have them? Dear Mrs. Mowbray, has she any right to take my things from me?"
"I should say not," Mrs. Mowbray answered.
"Then you think I may refuse when she asks me for them?" said Rotha, joyfully.