I think you must have either escaped from
such a place, or that you belong in one."
"Oh!" gasped the other girl, staring up at her amazedly and not a
little terrified by Sheila's emphatic speech.
"If you really are some distant relative of the family," the latter
continued, "Mrs. Ball may wish to see you. Come into the house and I
will make you a cup of tea. You need it. And you can wait for Mrs.
Ball and the captain to return, if you like."
Ida May darted to her feet again.
"A cup of tea of _your_ making!" she cried. "You'd put poison in it!
You must be a wicked girl--anybody can see that. I wouldn't put
anything bad past you. I guess them stories in the movies ain't so
much lies, after all.
"I want nothing from you, whoever you are, only my name back and the
chance you have grabbed off here. I'll go to the neighbors about it.
I'll tell 'em what you've done. I guess I can find somebody to
believe me."
Her abrupt halt warned Sheila that there was somebody approaching.
Before she could turn to see who it was, the other girl ejaculated:
"My goodness! What is it--a junk wagon? Look at that horse, will
you! Say! who's these folks? What a pair of old dubs!"
Cap'n Ira and Prudence had returned somewhat earlier than Sheila had
expected.
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