She is ours." "That's just where you make a mistake, old lady," he sneered, his face lighting up with an ugly mocking smile.

"She is mine, not yours, and I've every right to her.

I didn't desert her, and you can't prove I did, and I guess if we went to law about it, it would be you that would be in the dock for stealing her, or receiving stolen goods, so to speak, from her mother, who stole her." "You knew where she was!" gasped Mrs.Dawson, stunned by this new aspect of affairs.

"You knew poor Lizzie had sent her here--you know you did." "Prove it," he said tauntingly.

"That's all! Prove it!" Then suddenly remembering that time was flying, he changed his tone.
"Well, anyhow, you can settle all that to your liking later on, I can't stay to argue now.