"Besides, it's very dark out, sister, and the tavern where I saw him is a long distance from here.
Indeed I wouldn't go, Kate.

He isn't at all himself." The young girl was not in the least influenced by this opposition, but, rather, strengthened in her purpose.

She knew that the air was damp and chilly, from an approaching easterly storm; and the thought of his being exposed to cold and rain at night, in the streets, touched her heart with a painful interest in her erring, debased, and fallen parent.
"It will rain to-night," said she, looking at her brother.
"I felt a fine mist in the driving wind just as I came near the door," replied Henry.
"If father is not himself, he may fall in the street, and perish in the cold." "I don't think there is any danger of that, sister.

He will be home after awhile.

At any rate, there is little chance of your finding him, for he won't be likely to remain long at the tavern where I left him." "If I can't find him, so much the worse," replied the girl, firmly.
"But, unless mother forbids my going, I must seek him and bring him home." Kate turned her eyes full upon her mother's face, as she said this, and, in an attitude of submission, awaited her reply.
"I think," said Mrs.Ellis, after a long silence, "that little good will come of this; yet, I cannot say no." "Then I will find him and bring him home," was the animated response of Kate.
"You must not go alone," remarked Henry, taking up the cap he had a few minutes before laid off.
"Wait for supper.