And it isn't true.

Ida's mother's a lady, and doesn't sell things in the streets!" The teacher looked down and was silent.
"I don't think I need ask any more questions," she said presently.

"Run away home all of you.

What is it, my dear ?" Maud, she was about eleven, and small for her age, had remained behind, and was looking anxiously up into Miss Rutherford's face.
"May I wait for Ida, please," she asked, "and--and walk home with her?
We go the same way." "Not to-night, dear; no, not to-night.

Ida Starr is in disgrace.