"No, it isn't likely there'll be anybody about just yet, they are all to market, or off somewhere.
I took care to choose my time well.

Is your grandfather coming home by train ?" "Yes," sobbed Jessie.

"Oh, _please_ let me go.

What do you want?
I haven't got any money--" "It's _you_ I want, yourself, Jessie Lang." Jessie looked up in surprise, wondering how he knew her name.
She had thought him a tramp only, though a particularly horrible one.
Now a deeper fear crept into her heart, causing her to feel sick and faint with alarm, and a dread of she hardly knew what.
"Why do you want me ?" she gasped, trembling, scarcely able to form her words, so furiously was her poor little heart beating.
"Why do I want you?
'Cause I'm your own father, and I've been robbed of you for five years! Natural enough, isn't it, that a man should want his own child to come and look after him ?" "But I've got to look after granny and granp," gasped Jessie, "they are old, and granny's ill, and--and they've taken care of me all this time, and now I've got to take care of them.

I'm very sorry, but I can't look after you too." "Dear me!" muttered the man.