"Upon my soul, one would think I was going to take the child to be hanged, or at least was going to leave her in a penitentiary." A great dry sob broke from Judy's white lips.
"If you'll let me stay, Father, I'll never do another thing to vex you; and you can thrash me instead, ever so hard." It was her last effort, her final hope, and she bit her poor quivering lip till it bled while she waited for his answer.
"Let her stay--oh! do letter stay, we'll be good always," came in a chorus from the veranda.

And, "Let her stay, John, PLEASE!" Esther called in a tone as entreating as any of the children.
But the Captain sprang into the dogcart and seized the reins from Pat in a burst of anger.
"I think you're all demented!" he cried.

"She's going to a thoroughly good home, I've paid a quarter in advance already, and I can assure you good people I'm not going to waste it." He gave the horse a smart touch with the whip, and in a minute the dogcart had flashed out of the gate, and the small, unhappy face was lost to sight..