CHAPTER SIX.
A CASE OF EVICTION.
A week passed and Mr Armstrong did not return.

By the end of that time Miss Rosalind Oliphant, for better or worse, had settled down into her new quarters, and made herself as much at home as a fair Bohemian can do anywhere.

She still resented the fate which brought her to Maxfield at all, and annoyed her father constantly by casting their dependence on the hospitality of the place in his teeth.
"I wish you had some business, father," said she, "so that we could pay our way.

I don't suppose my pictures will ever sell, but every penny I earn shall go to Roger.

Couldn't we go and live in the lodge, somewhere where we can--" "Rosalind," said her father, "you vex me by talking like a child.