But Sally hesitated.
"Perhaps she might not like it," she observed.
"Oh, I am sure mother won't mind, she is so good and so kind."
All the time the children were discussing what was to be done, the unhappy creature sat there, never heeding what was said, but still sobbing and moaning, and apparently utterly exhausted.
"Well, then, there's nothing else to be done that I see, so come along, young woman;" and so saying, Sally Grimes grasped her firmly by the arm, thus forcing her to rise.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked, gazing wildly around.
"To Pollie's mother," was the reply.
But the woman hung back and strove to free herself.
"I will not go!" she cried; "let me stay here, leave me to myself."
However, there is much to be said in favour of strength of will. Sally Grimes, young as she was, possessed it in a wonderful degree; therefore, without wasting another word, she compelled the forlorn creature to go with her, little Pollie still keeping hold of the poor thing's dress.