And there was little Willie sitting up in bed, choking with the phlegm in his throat, and half dead of fright because of the voices below.
"And when Hurd see him, he went and cuddled him up, and rubbed his legs and feet to warm them, an' I could hear him groanin'.

And I says to him, 'Jim, if you won't go for my sake, will you go for the boy's ?' For you see, miss, there was a bit of money in the house, an' I thought he'd hide himself by day and walk by night, and so get to Liverpool perhaps, and off to the States.

An' it seemed as though my head would burst with listening for people comin', and him taken up there like a rat in a trap, an' no way of provin' the truth, and everybody agen him, because of the things he'd said.

And he burst out a-cryin', an' Willie cried.
An' I came an' entreated of him.

An' he kissed me; an' at last he said he'd go.