Ah me! I wish I were more like her." Still Wilkinson remained standing, and in debate with himself.
"I will go home," said he, at length, with emphasis, and walked quickly onward.

He was within a few doors of his own home, when his steps began to linger again.

He had come once more into a state of irresolution.
"Perhaps Elbridge has returned." This thought made him stop again.

"He must have understood me that I would be around." Just at this moment the crying of a child was heard.
"Is that Ella ?" Wilkinson walked around a little way, until he came nearly opposite his own house.

Then he stopped to listen more attentively.
Yes.