"I am Molly Boyes."
"My name is Sanford. I am afraid I ought to apologise for my intrusion, but I am a cousin of Hetty Travers, who tells me you are a friend of hers. I am staying a few miles from here, and she has written to say that she is afraid you are in trouble, and to ask me to run over and see if I can be of assistance."
Hetty's cousin! That did not sound like trouble. How sweet of her to think of me, and to send that great strong man! She might have guessed what was happening to us--the dear!
"I am in trouble. I have lost my mother. And now, there is Mr Miller."
"Mr Miller? Who is he?"
The children had already trooped into the hall. Then Dick appeared. I introduced him.
"This is my brother Dick. Dick, this is Mr Sanford, a cousin of Hetty Travers. You have heard me speak of Hetty. Mr Sanford has come to know if he can be of any assistance to us."
"If you really would like to do something to help us--"
There Dick stopped, as if in doubt.
"I should," said Mr Sanford.