The mother turned with her calm, almost superb manner.

“What has she done, then?”

“Done? She shall go in the church no more, pulling and littering and destroying.”

The wife slowly rolled her eyes and lowered her eyelids.

“What has she destroyed, then?”

He did not know.

“I've just had Mrs. Wilkinson at me,” he cried, “with a list of things she's done.”

Ursula withered under the contempt and anger of the “she”, as he spoke of her.

“Send Mrs. Wilkinson here to me with a list of the things she's done,” said Anna.