"She'll get talked about if she ain't, too, and the last train has went, and we've got to stay in New York all night." "Where do you come from ?" inquired the young clergyman, and his tone was more severe still.
"From Edgham, New Jersey," replied Gladys.
"Who are you ?" inquired the clergyman.
"I ain't no account," replied Gladys.

"All our folks git talked about, but she's different." "I suppose you are her maid," said the clergyman, noting with quick eye the difference in the costumes of the two girls.
"Call it anything you wanter," said Gladys, indifferently.

"I ain't goin' to have her talked about, nohow." "Come, Maria," said Wollaston, but Maria did not respond even to his strong, nervous pull on her arm.

She sobbed convulsively.
"No, that girl does not go one step, young man," said the clergyman.
He advanced closely, and laid a hand on Maria's other arm.

Although small in body and mind, he evidently had muscle.