"What?"
"For you to be doing that work, which somebody else ought to do."
"If somebody else did it, somebody else would get the pay; and what would become of us then?"
"I don't see what's to become of us now. Mother, you said I was to go to school."
"Yes,"—and Mrs. Carpenter sighed here. "I have not had time yet to find the right school for you."
"When will you find time? Mother, I think it was a great deal better at
Medwayville."
Mrs. Carpenter sighed again, her patient sigh, which aggravated Rotha.
"I don't like New York!" the latter went on, emphasizing every word.
"There is not one single thing here I do like."
"I am sorry, my child. It is not our choice that has brought us here."
"Couldn't our choice take us away again, mother?"