"There," said she, "I guess you're safe for the present."
"Ain't you ever going to carry me back?" asked Ida, wishing to know
the worst.
"Some years hence," said the woman, coolly. "We want you here for
the present. Besides, you're not sure that they want to see you back
again."
"Not glad to see me?"
"No; how do you know but your father and mother sent you off on
purpose? They've been troubled with you long enough, and now they've
bound you apprentice to me till you're eighteen."
"It's a lie," said Ida, firmly. "They didn't send me off, and you're
a wicked woman to keep me here."
"Hoity-toity!" said the woman, pausing and looking menacingly at the
child. "Have you anything more to say before I whip you?"
"Yes," said Ida, goaded to desperation; "I shall complain of you to
the police, and they will put you in jail, and send me home. That is
what I will do."
The nurse seized Ida by the arm, and striding with her to the closet
already spoken of, unlocked it, and rudely pushing her in, locked
the door after her.
"She's a spunky 'un," remarked Dick, taking the pipe from his mouth.
"Yes," said the woman, "she makes more fuss than I thought she
would."
"How did you manage to come it over her family?" asked Dick.
His wife, gave substantially, the same account with which the reader
is already familiar.
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