“La me, you ain’t a-goin’ to take that crazy girl in, are you?” Mrs. Morris asked in a frightened tone.
“Certainly,” Miss Elsworth said, opening the door. “The way is very long to her home, on such a night as this especially.”
“Oh, I won’t hurt you,” Bessie said, as she stepped into the room, her garments dripping with rain. “You are a coward. I couldn’t hurt you, for I am only a dove, a dear little dove. Oh, you do not know how sweet he used to say it to me. I can hear him now. Hark! Don’t you hear his voice? I do, out there in the storm.”
“You must come and let me give you some dry clothing,” said Miss Elsworth.
“Oh, I must tell you all about it first.”
“No, let me change your clothing, and then you may tell me.”
“Sure.”
“Yes.”
“Because it is so nice to talk to you, for you do not scold me like the rest. They say they have to, but you don’t have to.”
“No, I will not scold you if you will let me make you comfortable, and when you are dressed you may tell me all about it.”