"Don't be afraid, Rosie," said the newsboy. "He won't hurt you. He's too drunk for that."
"But when he gets over it, he'll be so angry, he'll beat me."
"I'd like to see him do it!" said the newsboy, his eye flashing.
"I'm so afraid of him, Rufus. He wasn't quite so bad when mother was alive. It's awful to live with him."
"You shan't live with him any longer, Rose."
"What do you mean, Rufus?" said the little girl, with an inquiring glance.
"I mean that I'm going to take you away," said the boy, firmly. "You shan't live any longer with such a brute."
"Where can we go, Rufus?"
"I don't know. Any place will be better than here."
"But will he let me go?" asked Rose, with a timid look at the form stretched out at her feet.