"Where in the bloody dickens have you been?" Papa roared as Lizzy sauntered through the door, approximately an hour after they had discovered her missing, "With that newsboy I suppose?"
"Papa, please calm down," Lizzy whispered.
"I will not calm down! I will not calm down!"
"I'm sorry, Papa."
Her father looked deep into her saddened tear strained eyes and began to also feel his eyes become grief stricken with tears, "I was so worried about you."
"How did you know that I was with him?"
"You wouldn't happen to remember a certain word that you might have chosen to scrawl into your brand new desk that I bought for you?"
Her heart skipped a beat. They had found Josie, "Where is she?"
"Oh don't worry about her. Servants who go against what they're told are of no use in this household."
Lizzy sunk down on her hands and knees and pleaded repeatedly to spare her, "Please, Papa! No! I told her to come," she paused to wipe away some of the cascading tears and lowered her voice to just above a whisper, "She was my friend."
He paid no mind to her pleading, "From now on your door will be locked and you will only be aloud to leave for studies and meals. You are a student at this school and are required, just like everyone else, to dine at the same hour in the lower hall."
"Why do you hate them so much?" Elizabeth yelled as she heard the door slam behind him and the turning of the brass key as it was locked.
