"You don't know what you're a' doing of, aunt; you don't. You'll ruin me,--you will. Dear Aunt Pipkin, do, do! I'll never ask again, if you don't like."
Mrs. Pipkin had not expected this, and was almost willing to yield. But Mr. Carbury had spoken so very plainly! "It ain't the thing, Ruby; and I won't do it."
"And I'm to be--a prisoner! What have I done to be--a prisoner? I don't believe as you've any right to lock me up."

"You don't know what you're doing, aunt. You'll ruin me, you will. Dear Aunt Pipkin, do, do! I'll never ask again."
Mrs. Pipkin had not expected this, and was almost willing to yield. But Mr. Carbury had spoken so very plainly!
"It ain't the thing, Ruby; and I won't do it."
"And I'm to be - a prisoner! I don't believe as you've any right to lock me up."
