"How could you do so, Rebecca?" at last she said,after a pause.
"Why, do you think Miss Pinkerton will come out and order me back to the black-hole?" said Rebecca,laughing.
"No: but—"
"I hate the whole house," continued Miss Sharp in a fury. "I hope I may never set eyes on it again. I wish it were in the bottom of the Thames, I do; and if Miss Pinkerton were there, I wouldn't pick her out, that I wouldn't. O how I should like to see her floating in the water yonder, turban and all, with her train streaming after her, and her nose like the beak of a wherry."