“Oh, Cassie, I feel as if I were choking! Do hurry down, he may be killing poor little Florence and the baby. 305 What shall we do? The baby has told him we are all alone.”
“The baby ought to be soundly spanked for that.”
“What can we do? Try to think.”
Cassie sat swinging the button-hook in her hand and thinking very hard and fast.
“Does he know I’m here?”
“Yes, I’ve told him.”
“Then it would be no use for me to pretend to be Ned,” thinking aloud.
“I’m afraid not.”