Didactic fiction; Dogs -- Juvenile fiction; Girls -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Orphans -- Juvenile fiction
The policeman stopped, and turned round. "Oh, by the way, I've
forgot one thing now. I want to see your dog-licence."
But Emma Smith only walked away into the van muttering angrily, and
banging the door after her, left them to go their way in peace.
Huldah scarcely knew how that walk passed. She was conscious now and
then of a feeling of shame, for letting herself be carried.
She felt she ought to walk, but before she could say so the old
faintness stole over her again, and she knew that to walk was beyond
her power. Now and then she heard the policeman talking in a
friendly voice to Dick, who walked close beside them, and Dick's
excited bark. She was wondering how much further they had to go,
when they drew up, and Huldah found herself being laid on a wooden
bench in a room where two or three policemen were standing round a
fire.
To her surprise, she was no longer afraid of them, they were too kind
and gentle for that. One of those standing by the fire, an elderly
man, came over to where she lay.
"Well, young woman," he said, cheerfully, "and when did you have
anything to eat last? Day before yesterday, by the look of you."
Huldah tried to remember. "It wasn't quite so long ago as that," she
said, feebly. "I had some dinner--yesterday, I think. When was
yesterday?"
The man laughed. "Don't you worry," he said, kindly; "you've been
living two days in one, and have got muddled. You will feel better
when you've had a basin of hot bread and milk. Bring her over to the
fire, Harry, she's starved with the cold."
"Harry," her first friend, carried her over, and put her in a big
armchair by the fire, and presently one of the others brought her a
basin of hot bread and milk, and a plateful of food for Dick, and
before Huldah had taken a half of it she was feeling altogether a
different person.
"I didn't feel hungry, but I s'pose I was," she said, simply, looking
up with grateful, friendly eyes at the old policeman. "I feel ever
so much better now."
"Ay, ay; we don't always know what we want, nor what is good for
us,--but here's somebody as'll be good for you, unless I'm very much
mistaken!" and Huldah, following the direction of his eyes as they
travelled to the door, gave one long low cry of rapturous delight,
for there walking in to the police station were Mrs. Perry and Miss
Rose!
CHAPTER X.
ONE SUMMER'S AFTERNOON.
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