CHAPTER XII.
NINA, YOU ARE SO PERSISTENT.
"I wish you wouldn't worry me so, miss." "Well, answer my question.

Has Mr.Hart come back ?" "Yes--no--I'm sure I can't say.

Maybe he's in his room, maybe he's not.
You do look dirty, miss, and tired--my word, awful tired.

Now, where have you been, Miss Josephine, since early yesterday morning?
After no good, I'll be bound.

Oh, dear me, yes, after no good! You're a wild one, and you're a daring one; and you'll come to a bad end, for all your eyes are so bright, if you don't mind." Josephine's queer, restless eyes flashed with an angry gleam.
"Do you know what this is ?" she said, doubling up her small hand, and thrusting the hard-looking fist within an inch or two of her irate landlady's nose.