“How long have you been here alone?”
“I don’t know.”
“Come down with me to the library.”
“I’d rather stay here,” replied Madeline.
“And I’d rather have you in the library,” said Mrs. Dainty, with an air of impatience.
“I wasn’t doing any thing,” urged Madeline.
“I didn’t say that you were. But that doesn’t signify. Come down into the library.”
“I don’t want to go down into the library.”
“Come! Do you hear me?”
But Madeline stirred not.