"There's no house to sleep in; no, not even in London."
'Lisbeth looked up at the girl in distress, then off in the distance.
"Not even in London!" repeated 'Lisbeth; "not even in London."
'Lisbeth wanted to stand still.
"Come along!" said several voices; but 'Lisbeth did not wish to come along, and the little girls who were naughty and stole away were crying as hard as they could cry.
"You must; you wanted to go, and we started, and you must go."
"But I'm tired; I want to think a minute."
"The sun is almost down."
"I want to go home," said 'Lisbeth.
"We want to go to London, and if you do not go now you can never go."