"Dear child, you shan't go back."
But still she shrank from me. "Oh, leave me alone!" she pleaded.
"Mayn't I give you some tea?"
"You won't take me back to Spite House?"
"Not to that dreadful place."
"Do you keep girls, too?"
"There's only a nurse, and a poor dying man."
"And you'll hear me the counties of Ontario?"
"Why, yes, dear."
"I'll come then," but as she tried to get up, "it's cramp," she moaned.