"I trust not. It would be a terrible thing."
"Yes, it must be very dreadful to be so hungry. How fast we are going!"
"You were rather long dressing, little woman, so we have barely time to catch our train."
"Oh!—Oh, Leveson! There she is!" cried Josie. "The little girl that was starved—at least, starving. O dear!"
Leveson looked back, and caught a glimpse of a small figure on the pavement.
"We can stop, and ask her where she lives, if you like," he said. "Only I fear we shall lose our train."
"Oh, I don't want to miss the train," said Josie, and they went on. But she said uneasily the next moment—"Do you think we ought?"
"I cannot decide for you. I have been to Hampton Court before, so it would not be the same disappointment to me as to you to miss it. Do as you wish."
"You see she isn't starved," said Josie.
"No, so I perceive."