Her mother gazed at her in fear,--believing it the beginning of delirium.
'Emily, my dear child,' she pleaded, laying her hand on the girl's arm, 'won't you come upstairs,--to please me, dear ?' 'Mother, if you will go, I promise to lie here quietly till you return.' 'But it is impossible to leave you alone in the house.

Look, now, it is nine o'clock; in half an hour, an hour at most, your father will be back.

Why, you know how often he stays late when he gets talking.' Emily was silent for a few minutes.

Then she said-- 'Will you ask Mrs.Hopkins to send her servant ?' 'But think--the trouble it will be giving.' 'Will you do it?
I wish it.

Will you go and ask her I will give the girl money.' 'If you are so determined, of course I will ask her.