"I vow!" said Mr. Van Brunt as he pinioned her hands, "I should like to see you play blind man's buff for once, if I warn't the blind man."
"How'd you see me if you was?" said Nancy, scornfully.
"Now, Miss Ellen," said Mr. Van Brunt, as he brought her to
Ellen's bedside, "here she is safe; what shall I do with her?"
"If you will only send her away, and not let her come back,
Mr. Van Brunt," said Ellen, "I'll be so much obliged to you!"
"Let me go!" said Nancy; "I declare you're a real mean
Dutchman, Mr. Van Brunt."
He took both her hands in one, and laid the other lightly over her ears.
"I'll let you go," said he. "Now, don't you be caught here again, if you know what is good for yourself."
He saw Miss Nancy out of the door, and then came back to
Ellen, who was crying heartily again from nervous vexation.
"She's gone," said he. "What has that wicked thing been doing,
Miss Ellen? what's the matter with you?"
"Oh, Mr. Van Brunt," said Ellen, "you can't think how she has worried me; she has been here this great while; just look at all my things on the floor, and that isn't the half."