"Oh Connie!" said the widow, "thank God! Have you brought news of Ronald? What has happened, Connie—what has happened?"
Connie immediately entered the house.
"May I speak to yer, ma'am?" she said.
"Certainly; but where is the boy?"
"He's quite safe, ma'am—he's with Giles."
"Why did he go out? He did very wrong."
"I did wrong too," said Connie. "I tuk him. He's frightened, ma'am. Ronnie's rare and frightened. He heered wot the old gentleman said."
"How could he hear?" said Mrs. Anderson.
Connie told.
"'Tain't true, ma'am, is it?" said Connie. "Yer wouldn't niver, niver, let little Ronald go away?"