"'I'm goin' with whoever wants me to go with 'em,' says the child.
"'But who are you—where do you live?' she says to him. 'You live, don't you—in this town?'
"The child shook his head positive.
"'I lived far,' he told her, 'in that other place. I come up here with my daddy. He says he might not come back to-night.'
"Robin Sidney knelt right down before him on the wet steps.
"'Truly,' she said, 'haven't you any place to go to-night?'
"'Oh, yes,' says the child, 'he says I must go with whoever wants me to go with 'em. Do—do you?'
"At that Miss Sidney looked up at us, swift, and down again. The wind had took hold of a strand of her hair and blew it across her eyes, and she was pushing it away as she got up. And by then Insley was standing before her, back of the little boy, that he suddenly stooped down and picked up in his arms.
"'Let's get inside, shall we?' he says, commanding. 'Let's all go back in and see about him.'
"We went back into the church, even Silas taking orders, though of course that was part curiosity; and Insley sat down with the child on his knee, and held out the child's feet in his hand.