'I can walk very well, though I can't run so fast as nursie.

If you will give me one hand, Lootie will give me another, and then I shall get on famously.' They soon had her between them, holding a hand of each.
'Now let's run,' said the nurse.
'No, no!' said the little miner.

'That's the worst thing you can do.
If you hadn't run before, you would not have lost your way.

And if you run now, they will be after you in a moment.' 'I don't want to run,' said Irene.
'You don't think of me,' said the nurse.
'Yes, I do, Lootie.

The boy says they won't touch us if we don't run.' 'Yes, but if they know at the house that I've kept you out so late I shall be turned away, and that would break my heart.' 'Turned away, Lootie! Who would turn you away ?' 'Your papa, child.' 'But I'll tell him it was all my fault.