"I've a right to lock my own doors."
"Then I shall go away to-morrow."
"I can't help that, my dear. The door will be open to-morrow, if you choose to go out."
"Then why not open it to-night? Where's the difference?" But Mrs. Pipkin was stern, and Ruby, in a flood of tears, took herself up to her garret.
Mrs. Pipkin knocked at Mrs. Hurtle's door again. "She's gone to bed," she said.

"I've a right to lock my own doors."
"Then I shall go away tomorrow."
"I can't help that, my dear. The door will be open, if you choose to go."
"Then why not open it tonight?" But Mrs. Pipkin was stern, and Ruby, in a flood of tears, took herself up to her garret.
Mrs. Pipkin knocked at Mrs. Hurtle's door again. "She's gone to bed," she said.
