PARTFOUR-LIFEATMOORHOUSECHAPTERNINETEENFindingaHome Itwasgettingdarkagain,andIwasaloneonthemoor.SuddenlyIsawasmalllightnearby.Iguessedthatthelightmeanttherewasahouse,soIdecidedtotryandfindit.AndfinallyIarrivedatthehouse.Standingbythedoor,Icouldseeintoasmallwindow.Anoldwomanandtwoyoungladiesweresittingbythefire.TheroomlookedsobrightandcleanandthewomenlookedsokindthatIdecidedtoaskfortheirhelp.Theoldwomanopenedthedoor,butshewouldnotletmespeaktotheyoungladies.Sheclosedthedoorfirmly,leavingmealoneinthedarknessandcold.Ifellontothewetdoorstep,wornoutandhopeless.Noonewouldhelpme,andIwassomiserablethatIwasreadytodie.Buttheyoungladies'brotherfoundme,whenhecamehomeafewminuteslater.Hebroughtmeintothehouse,wheretheladiesgavemeamealandaskedmyname."JaneElliott,"Ireplied.IdidnotwantanybodytoknowwhoIwas,orwhereIhadcomefrom.Finallytheytookmeupstairstoabedroom,andIfellintoawarm,drybed.