"I think it is about the most cruel thing I ever heard of," said Christian. "Oh! if only my seven pounds weren't stolen you should have them all."
"Aint they dear children, both of 'em?" said Mrs. Morris, looking at her son, and the tears filled her eyes. "But, my darlings, maybe you'll be the means of giving us the money after all; for a reward is offered by your friends, loves, and if anybody earns that reward now it is my son John."
"If the little ladies are ready, perhaps we'd best be going," said John Morris.
"Oh, yes, we're quite ready," said Christian. "Hadn't we better have a cab? I feel rather tired," she added.
"We can't have it," said the man; "there aint any money to pay for it."
"But it can be paid for when we get home," said Christian.
"We won't risk it," said the man. "They may have left the house; there's no saying what might have happened. We've got to walk, misses."
"I'm so tired," said Christian again; but Rosy nudged her and said:
"Keep up your heart. You can rest as long as ever you like when you get home."