Jane, going in for the water, spoke to her brother, who was sitting in the kitchen.

Ackroyd went forth to see what could be done.
'Why, it's Boddy!' he exclaimed.

'We must carry him in.

Jane, go and tell Jim to come here.' Of course a crowd had already collected, dark as the street was.
'Hadn't we better take him over to the Bowers' ?' asked Jim.
'Yes, it's old Mr.Boddy!' cried a voice.

'He lives at Mrs.Bower's.' 'I know that very well,' said Ackroyd, 'but it's no good taking him there.