"No, no, don't," she said. "I've found you now. Yes, here's your hand. Now hold mine tight, and see if you can get over the edge. That's right. Now come very slowly, round by the wall is best. Here's my bed. Climb in and make yourself as little as ever you can. I'm coming. Oh, Roger, what a squeeze it is!"
"I think it's littler than my bed," said Roger consolingly.
"It's not any bigger anyway," replied Gladys, "we might just as well have stayed in yours."
"Is it because they're poor that the beds is so very little?" asked Roger in a low voice.
"Oh, no, I don't think so," said Gladys gravely. "They've very nice beds; I think they're almost quite new."
"Mine was very comfitable," said Roger. "Do you think all poor childrens have as nice beds?"
"I'm afraid not," said Gladys solemnly. "I'm afraid that some haven't any beds at all. But why do you keep talking about poor children, Roger?"
"I wanted to know about them 'cos, you see, Gladys, if Papa wasn't never finded and we had to stay here, we'd be poor."
"Nonsense," said Gladys rather sharply, in spite of her resolutions, "it couldn't be like that; of course Papa will come in a few days, and—and, even if he didn't, though that's quite nonsense, you know, I'm only saying it to make you see, even if he didn't, we'd not stay here."
"Where would we go?" said Roger practically.