"O God," she prayed, "I don't know what to do now—help me!"
[CHAPTER VI.]
THE POLICE ARE SUMMONED
"Well, Mrs. Myer," exclaimed a bright, chirpy voice right behind her, "whoever would have thought of seeing you spry enough to be out-of-doors! Won't mother be glad?" and there stood the eldest little Outcast, smiling broadly, and holding in her chubby hand a tin bucket, that Peggy had seen many a time before.
"You've come just in time, dear heart," said the thankful Peggy. "Do you think you could wheel me across the street?"
"Across the street?" reiterated the girl. "Won't it tire you very much? Let me go for you."
"I fear you are too little for my business," replied Peggy, and as she spoke the words a new idea for accomplishing her purpose entered her mind. "Stay, love; I'll tell you what you can do. Take me back to the house and you shall hear."
Miss Outcast did her best, and as the burden was not great and the chair rolled easily, after some bumping and shoving and pushing, Mrs. Myer found herself once more in her own room.
And, as she got her breath, she said: "Have you ever been to the river, dearie?"