He heard the sobs forcibly checked, and, when there was silence, again faced his grandchild.
"You'll be left all alone now, you see," he said, his voice less hard.
"I was a friend of your mother's, and I'll do what I can for you.

You'd better come with me to my house." Ida looked at him in surprise, tempered with indignation.
"If you were a friend of mother's," she said, "why did you want to take me away from her and never let her see me again ?" "Well, you've nothing to do with that," said Abraham roughly.

"Go and put your things on, and come with me." "No," replied Ida firmly.

"I don't want to go with you." "What you want has nothing to do with it.

You will do as I tell you." Abraham felt strangely in this interview.