We was only hired to get her here and get her away again, and not to make her eat or even wash.

That's nothing to us." "Well, she's got to eat or she'll die, and you know, Sam Welch, that ain't to be," retorted the old woman.
"She'll eat before she'll die, Maudie; don't worry." "I'll never eat a mouthful!" cried Rosalie, a brave, stubborn light in her eyes.

She was standing in the far corner drying her face with her handkerchief.
"Oho, you can talk again, eh?
Hooray! Now we'll hear the story of her life," laughed big Sam, his mouth full of bacon and bread.

Rosalie flushed and the tears welled to her eyes.
All day long she suffered taunts and gibes from the gang.

She grew to fear Davy's ugly leers more than the brutal words of the others.