"All right, you can. You'll never see Alice again if you do."
"Alice?"
"Yes, she'll be drowned, and you'll have the toothache, and I'll come in
the middle of the night and wake you."
"I--I don't care. I'm go-going home. I'll t-t-ell m-other."
"Tell her. But look out afterwards, that's all."
Mary remained, but Sarah regarded the rebellion as ominous. She thought
that the time had come to put Mary's submission really to the test.
V
The climax of the affair was in this manner. Upon an afternoon when the
rain was beating furiously upon the window-panes and the wind struggling
up and down the chimney, Sarah and Mary played together in Sarah's room;
the play consisted of Mary shutting her eyes and pretending she was in
a dark wood, whilst Sarah was the tiger who might at any moment spring
upon her and devour her, who would, in any case, pinch her legs with a
sudden thrust which would drive all the blood out of Mary's face and
make her "as white as the moon."
This game ended, Sarah's black eyes moved about for a fresh diversion;
her gaze rested upon Mary, and Mary whispered that she would like to go
home.
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