Will you let me come in ?" "What do you want ?" The tone of the inquiry was not encouraging, and Mrs.Clover delayed a moment before she spoke again.
"I want to speak to you, Polly," she said at length, with firmness.
"You know what it's about.

Let me come in, please." "I've got nothing to say to you about anything," answered Polly, in a tone of unmistakable decision.

"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.