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Oh! Miss Molly dear, they've brought 'ee back!" Impulsively she caught hold of Garth's coat-sleeve.

"Thank God you've brought them back, sir, and now there's none as need ever know aught but that they've been in their beds all the blessed night!" Her lips were shaking, drawn down at the corners like those of a distressed child, but her harsh old voice quivered triumphantly.
A very kindly gleam showed itself in Garth's dark face as he patted the rough, red hand that clutched his coat-sleeve.
"Yes, I've brought them back safely," he said.

"Put them to bed, Jane.
Miss Sara's fallen out of the car and Miss Molly has tumbled out of heaven, so they're both feeling pretty sore." But Sara's soreness was far the easier to bear, since it was purely physical.