“‘Neither, sir,’ Harry replied.
“‘Is it a Sunday-school, or a camp-meeting then?’
“‘No, sir, it is neither a Sunday-school nor a camp-meeting.’
“‘Then what in the deuce is it?’
“‘It is no business of yours, sir, and we would be much obliged if you would let us alone.’
“‘Oh, would you, now? See here, little sweetheart, I’ll give you a dollar for one of those pretty curls.’ And he reached out his hand to take hold of Lottie’s hair. She blushed and moved to Harry’s side. I felt the blood in my veins begin to boil, and the demon to rise within my heart.
“‘You had better go away and leave us alone,’ said Harry, as he made a movement toward the boy.
“‘Now, do you really think so?’ said he sneeringly. ‘What a polite nice boy you are!’
“I thought Harry was going to strike him, but Lottie laid her hand on his shoulder.
“‘Don’t have any difficulty with him, brother, he will go away directly,’ she said softly.