"I will ask you two rare specimens to precede me," she said when the change was made.

They preceded her.
"I don't care!" This was more bravado from the urchin.
"Well, don't you care!" Juliana said it, soothingly.
"I will, too, care!" retorted the urchin, betraying her sex.
"Will she take us to the jail ?" whispered the trembling Wilbur.
"Worse!" said the girl.

"She'll take us home!" Side by side they threaded an aisle between rows of the carefree dead, whom no malignant Miss Juliana could torture.

Behind them marched their captor, Merle stepping blithely beside her.
"It's lovely weather for this time of year," they heard him say..