Not for long did this please her ladyship.
"Down, down," she demanded in a few minutes.
"We might as well go home if she's too tired to walk and too restless
to ride," decided Ethel Brown, and they turned about, to the evident
pleasure of the baby.
As they were returning along Church Street but were still at a distance
from Dorothy's house Elisabeth suddenly gave a chirrup of delight. The
Ethels looked about to see the cause of this unexpected expression of
joy. Crawling out through a hedge on to the sidewalk was a child of
about Elizabeth's age, but a thin and dirty little mite, with a face
that betrayed her race as Irish.
"What's this morsel doing here all by herself!" exclaimed Ethel Blue.
"She must have run away; or perhaps she isn't alone. Let's look about
for her mother."
Up and down the street they looked while Elisabeth scraped acquaintance
with the sudden arrival upon her path.
"It doesn't seem as if she could be far off."
In truth she was not far off, for as the girls wondered and exclaimed a
weak voice made itself heard from the other side of the hedge.
"Don't take her away," it said.
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