"Will you go quietly home ?" said he, "or shall Mr.Whitman and I go with you ?" "I will go," Lucy replied, in a hoarse whisper.
Meeks looked keenly at her.

"Now, Lucy," he said, in a gentle voice, "there's no use; you've got to go home." "Yes," said Henry.

"Go home to your ma, right away, like a good girl." Lucy remained motionless.

Her poor young eyes seemed to see nothing.
"Good Lord!" sighed Meeks, wiping his forehead with his disengaged hand.

"Well, come along, Lucy.