"I have funds of my own which are invested in the town, and I can afford the expense.

Surely, my good friend, you will not let me go forth alone, and all unused to travel?
Leaving me safely with my uncle, you could return when the ship came back to Bridgetown." Dame Charter turned upon the girl a look of kind compassion, but at the same time she knit her brows.
"Right glad would I be to do that for you," she said, "but I cannot go away and leave my son, who has only me." "Take him with you," cried Kate.

"Two women travelling to unknown shores might readily need a protector, and if not, there are so many things which he might do.

Think of it, my dear Dame Charter; to my uncle's home in Jamaica is the only place to which I can go, and if you do not go with me, how can I go there ?" Dame Charter now shed tears, but they were the tears of one good woman feeling for the misfortunes of another.
"I will go with you, my dear young lady," she said, "and I will not leave you until you are in your uncle's care.

And, as to my boy here--" Now Dickory spoke from out of the blazing noontide of his countenance.
"Oh, I will go!" he cried.