“There aren't any places in Ilkeston,” cried Ursula. “And I'd rather go right away.”

“If you'd asked about it, a place could have been got for you in Ilkeston. But you had to play Miss High-an'-mighty, and go your own way,” said her father.

“I've no doubt you'd rather go right away,” said her mother, very caustic. “And I've no doubt you'd find other people didn't put up with you for very long either. You've too much opinion of yourself for your good.”

Between the girl and her mother was a feeling of pure hatred.

There came a stubborn silence. Ursula knew she must break it.

“Well, they've written to me, and I s'll have to go,”