"Would you go if your things got there without any trouble--I mean, without any more trouble than changing houses would be?
You see," she added wisely, "if you don't like the new people who are coming, you may _have_ to change, after all, and then you won't have any one to help you." The look of dread came back into poor Miss Patch's tired eyes.
So gloomy a prospect determined her.
"You are right!" she gasped; "it would be terrible--yes.

I'll go--I do believe I will.

Oh, my! it's a dreadfully big undertaking, but-- but I'll go, yes, I will.

I will make up my mind; and--and I won't go back from it.

I am terribly given to being a coward, Jessie." Her mind once made up Miss Patch did not swerve again, and from that time her face grew brighter.