The woman caught sight of the child as soon as they overtook her.
'Halloa!' she called out; 'where are you off to?'
'Please,' said Rosalie, 'I'm going to Pendleton, if only I can get there.'
'Give her a lift, John Thomas,' said the woman; 'give the child a lift.
It's an awful day to be struggling along against wind and storm.'
'All right,' said John Thomas, pulling up; 'I've no objections, if the lass likes to get in.'
Rosalie was very grateful indeed for this offer, and climbed at once into the caravan.
The woman opened the door for her, and took off her wet shawl as she went in.
'Why, you've got a kitten there!' she said as she did so. 'Wherever are you taking it to? it's half drowned with the rain.'
'Yes, poor little kit!' said Rosalie; 'I must try to dry it, it is so cold!'
'Well, I'll make a place for both of you near the fire,' said the woman, 'if only my children will get out of the way.'