"You're only wasting your time, and
the sooner you go 'ome the better."
She spoke near to the door, and with her last word sharply turned
the key. Only just in time, for Mrs. Clover was that moment trying
the handle when she heard the excluding snap. Natural feeling so
much prevailed with her that she gave the door a shake, whereat her
niece laughed,
"You're a bad, wicked, deceitful girl!" exclaimed Mrs. Clover hotly.
"I don't believe a word you said, not a word! You're going to the
bad as fast as ever you can, and you know it, and you don't care,
and I'm sure I don't care! Somebody ought to box your ears soundly,
miss. I wouldn't have such a temper as yours not for untold money.
And when you want a friend, and haven't a penny in the world, don't
come to me, because I won't look at you, and won't own you. And
remember that, miss!"
Again Polly laughed, this time in high notes of wrathful derision.
Before the sound had died away Mrs. Clover was at the foot of the
staircase, where Gammon and Mrs. Bubb awaited her.
"It's all a make-up," she declared vehemently.
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