They heard Mrs.Barnard's voice calling piteously.

"Oh, father, do let her in!" it implored.
"Don't you worry, mother," Charlotte called out.

"I'll go home with Aunt Sylvia." "Oh, Charlotte!" her mother's voice broke in sobs.
"Don't you worry, mother," Charlotte repeated, with an unrelenting tone in the comforting words.

"I'll go right home with Aunt Sylvia.
Come," she said, imperatively to her aunt, "I am not going to stand here any longer," and she went out into the road, and hastened down it, as Barnabas had done.
"I'll take her right home with me," Sylvia called to her sister in a trembling voice (nobody knew how afraid she was of Cephas); and she followed Charlotte.
Sylvia lived on an old road that led from the main one a short distance beyond the new house, so the way led past it.

Charlotte went on at such a pace that Sylvia could scarcely keep up with her.