The little wanderers sat down outside the building to wait.

They were wet and cold and hungry, but they did not complain of these minor troubles; their anxieties lay far deeper.
"I am dreadfully worried," said Fani, with a deep sigh.
"So am I, but I don't know exactly why," replied Emma.
"Well, I do," said the boy.

"I'm perfectly sure that Mrs.Stanhope will send me home after this, and poor Elsli will have to go too, for she could never stay without me." "Oh, that is dreadful!" cried Emma.

She was conscience-stricken.

It was a bad scrape, and it was mainly her fault.