The wretched creature caught at a shawl worn by Edith, and was dragging it from her shoulders, when the door of one of the houses flew open, and a woman came out hastily.

Grasping the assailant, she hurled her across the street with the strength of a giant.
"We're going to the mission," said the child.
"It's just down there.

Go 'long.

I'll stand here and see that no one meddles with you again." Edith faltered her thanks, and went on.
"That's the queen," said her companion.
"The queen!" Edith's hasty tones betrayed her surprise.
"Yes; it's Norah.

They're all afraid of her.