"I can't quite remember everything just now, I am so tired, but everything will be all right." "But what'll he say ?" Bunty said with frightened eyes, as a vision of his father crossed his mind.
"He won't know, of course," Judy returned, in a matter-of-fact manner.

"I shall just live here in this loft for a time, and you can all come to see me and bring me food and things, and then presently I'll go back to school." She sank down among the straw and shut her eyes in an exhausted way for a minute or two, and Bunty watched her half fascinated.
"How far is it from your school ?" he said at last.
"Seventy-seven miles." Judy shuddered a little.

"I got a lift in a luggage train from Lawson to Springwood, and a ride in a cart for a little way, but I walked the rest.

I've been nearly a week coming," she added after a pause, and shut her eyes again for quite a long time.

Then a tear or two of weakness and self-pity trickled from beneath her black lashes, and made a little clean mark down her cheeks.