That Lina would not let her go--THAT was the gall; that her father made her stay--THIS was the wormwood.
"She is a tough piece," sighed Mrs.Rosenberg, as she laid her weary limbs to repose; "I didn't know, one while, but she'd get away in spite of me.

I wonder what her father'll pay me.

He seems to think this is a house of correction.

Her mother won't be likely to let her stay more than one day.

I'll have on the best table-cloth for breakfast; and along in the forenoon I'll fetch out some macaroni cakes and lager beer; that'll coax her up, I guess." Just then Mrs.Rosenberg down stairs and Dotty Dimple up stairs both fell asleep.