Alice was the one who was in your way," he had told Alice. "And you can never catch me in your house. But you can catch me in your library," he added. "And then you can run to my library. So if you want it, you can get it, and then you can go home." Alice did not need to be convinced by this. She knew that that was what her father had told her to do. "I will never leave here," she said firmly. "If I stay, you will not get the money." "I will get it, as long as I stay here," said her father. He nodded. "What you did when you were a small child, you will do when you are a man." Alice felt her father's eyes on her as he stood up straight, walked towards her, and clasped her shoulders. "What you did to your sister on that long walk, and that little walk to your aunt's house, you will do when you are a man." Alice's father kissed her lightly on the forehead. "I will get the money. You must take your sister, but I must give you the money." Alice's brother then turned to the wall and drew lines that he had drawn on the wall.