"Of course I will.

Poor child; sit right down in this rocking-chair, and have a good cry.

I'll get you a glass of water and something to eat, and then you shall tell me all about it." She brought the water, and a tray with nice broad slices of brown bread and butter, a generous piece of apple pie, some cheese, and a glass pitcher of creamy milk.
Elizabeth drank the water, but before she could eat she told the terrible tale of her last adventure.

It seemed awful for her to believe, and she felt she must have help somewhere.

She had heard there were bad people in the world.