He was at his wits' end, but after all, the sound of other steps coming up startled her into composing herself and sitting up. "Hollo, Stead Kenton! Got this little puppet on your hands?" said young Gates. "Hollo, mistress, you squeal like a whole litter of pigs." "I am to take charge of her till her friends can send for her," said Stead, with protecting dignity. "And that will be a long day! Ho, little wench, where didst get that sweet voice?" "Hush, Tom! the child has only just heard that her father is dead." This silenced the other lads, and Emlyn's desire to get away from them accomplished what Steadfast wished, she put her hand into his and let him lead her away, and as there were sounds of another troop of cavalry coming up the lane, the boys did not attempt to follow her. She made no more resistance, though she broke into fresh fits of moaning and crying all the way home, such as went to Steadfast's heart, though he could not find a word to comfort her. Patience was scarcely delighted when Rusha darted in, crying out that Emlyn had come back again, but perhaps she was not surprised. She took the poor worn-out little thing in her arms, and rocked her, saying kind, tender little words, while Steadfast looked on, wondering at what girls could do, but not speaking till, finding that Emlyn was fast asleep, Patience laid her down on the bed without waking her, and then had time to listen to Stead's account of the interview with Sir Harry Blythedale. "I could not help it, Patience," he said, "we couldn't leave the poor fatherless child out on the hedge-side." "No," said Patience, "we can't but have her, as the gentleman said, for the love of God. He has taken care of us, so we ought to take care of the fatherless--like ourselves." "That's right, Patience," said Steadfast, much relieved in his mind, "and see here!" "I wonder you took that, Stead, and the poor gentlemen so ill off themselves." "Well, Patience, I thought if you would not have her, Goody Grace might for the pay, but then who knows when any more may come?" "Aye," said Patience, "we must keep her, though she will be a handful. Anyway, all this must be laid out for her, and the first chance I have, some shall be in decent clothes. I can't a-bear to see her in those dirty gewgaws." CHAPTER XIII. GODLY VENN'S TROOP. "Ye abbeys and ye arches, Ye old cathedrals dear, The hearts that love you tremble, And your enemies have cheer." BP. CLEVELAND COXE.