"Get up! I'll help you.

There! That's the way.

Splendid! Now keep it up! don't let yourself go again! You will feel quite different when you get out into the open air." By words and actions she urged them, Mrs.Lorimer standing pathetically by, till finally, fired by her energy, the two miscreants actually managed to make their escape without mishap.
She ran downstairs to see them go, returning in time to receive the wailing Pat who had been sent to bed in a state verging on hysterics.
Neither she nor his mother could calm him for some time, and when at length he was somewhat comforted one of the younger boys fell down in an adjacent room and began to cry lustily.
Avery went to the rescue, earnestly entreating Mrs.Lorimer to go down to her room and rest.

She was able to soothe the sufferer and leave him to the care of the nurse, and she then followed Mrs.Lorimer whom she found bathing her eyes and trying not to cry.
So piteous a spectacle was she that Avery found further formality an absolute impossibility.

She put her arm round the little woman and begged her not to fret.
"No, I know it's wrong," whispered Mrs.Lorimer, yielding like a child to the kindly support.