"Haven"t got any."
"Haven"t got any! Your clothes, I mean, frocks and hats and boots and suchlike."
"I"ve got on my boots," putting out her feet, and showing a very shabby broken pair, "and there"s a parcel there, my old frock is in it, and my pinny, that"s all."
Thomas picked up the parcel, and hurried out of the already slowly-moving train.
"Tickets, please," said the man at the gate.
"Have "ee got your ticket?" Thomas inquired anxiously.
"Yes," she nodded; "but you must put me down, please; it is in my purse, and my purse is in my pocket, and I can"t get at it while you are holding me."
Her grandfather did as he was told, and Jessie, freeing herself from the great shawl which enveloped her, shook out her frock, and diving her hand into her pocket, drew out an old shabby purse. The clasp was broken, and it was tied round with a piece of string, but her little fingers quickly undid this, and from the inside pocket drew out her railway ticket and a ha"penny. In giving the porter the ticket she had some trouble not to give him the ha"penny too.
"I can"t give you my money," she explained gravely, "for it is all I"ve got, but I had to put it in there with the ticket, because there"s a hole in my purse that side, do you see?" and she showed it to the man, pushing her finger through the hole that he might see it better. "It was mother"s purse, but she lost a sixpence one day, and then she gave it to me. It does all right for me, "cause I only have pennies," she explained gravely as she put her purse back into her pocket again.
The porter agreed. ""Tis a nice purse for a little girl," he said quite seriously; "there"s heaps of wear in it yet, by the look of it."
Thomas Dawson stood by, his face all alight with smiles and interest.
"What a clever little maid "tis," he thought, "and what a happy little soul to be so ready to talk like that right away."
"Now, my dear, are "ee ready? We must hurry on, or granny"ll think you ain"t come, and she will be wondering what"s become of me.
Shall I carry you again?"
"No, thank you, I"d like to walk, but I"d like you to hold my hand.
Mother always does; she"s afraid I"ll get lost with so many people about."
"Well, you won"t be troubled with too many people hereabouts," said her grandfather, laughing, but he was only too glad to clasp the little hand thrust into his, and they walked on very happily together talking quite as though they were old friends.
"We are nearly home now, "tisn"t so very much further. Are "ee tired, dear?"
"No--o, not so very," she answered, but in rather a weary voice.
"Are you too tired to carry me?"
Her grandfather laughed, but before he could reply, or pick her up, she drew back a little. "Is my face clean?" she asked anxiously.
"I must have a clean face when I see granny. Mother told me granny doesn"t like little girls with dirty faces. Do you, granp?"
"I like some little girls, no matter what their faces is like," he said warmly, but recollecting himself, he added quickly, "Of course I like "em best with nice clean faces and hands and tidy hair.
Every one does."
"Mother said you didn"t mind so much," she added brightly.
"Did she! did she now! Just fancy her thinking that!" The old man"s face quite lighted up at the thought of Lizzie"s remembering.
"Yes, I used to dip the corner of my handkerchief in the brook sometimes and wash her little face for her, so as she might go home to her mother looking clean. Look, here is a little brook, shall I wash yours over a bit, like I used to mother"s?"
"Oh, please, please," cried Jessie delightedly.
So by the wayside they stopped and made quite a little toilette, her face and hands were washed, and her hair put back neatly under her shabby hat, and then they went on again.
Patience Dawson, looking anxiously out of the window, saw them at last arrive at the gate, and her heart almost stood still with excitement and nervousness. "Why, it might be five and twenty years ago, and Thomas be bringing in Lizzie herself!" she gasped. Her face flushed, tears suddenly brimmed over and down her cheeks. She longed to run down the garden and take the little child in her arms and hold her to her heart, but a sudden shyness came over her and held her fast. She could only stand there and watch them and wait.
She saw her husband looking eagerly from window to door, expecting to see her; she saw the little child face turned excitedly from side to side, exclaiming at the sight of the flowers, and sniffing in the scent.
"Oh, granp, smell the "warriors"!" she heard her cry in a perfectly friendly voice. "You sniff hard and you"ll smell them. Oh, my!"
"She"s friends with him already, same as Lizzie was. I wish I knew how to--" But her wish she only sighed, she did not put it into words.
"Never mind the flowers now, little maid; here"s granny inside waiting for us." Then he put her down on her feet, and led her over the threshold.
Patience, dabbing the tears from her eyes with her handkerchief, stepped forward to meet them. "I"d begun to wonder what had become of "ee, father," she said. "I s"pose the train was late.
Well, dear," stooping to kiss her little grandchild, "how are you?
Have you got a kiss for granny?"
"Yes," Jessie nodded gravely, "and my face is very clean," she added, as she put it up to be kissed. But she turned and slipped her hand into her grandfather"s again as soon as the kiss was given, for she felt a little awed and shy with this granny, who seemed so much more grown-up and stern than did the grandfather.
Her shyness did not last very long, though; by the time granny had taken her up to her room and shown her the rose-bush, and taken off her hat and brushed out her hair, and brought her down to tea and lifted her into her seat at the table, much of her shyness had worn off, and the sight of the mug with pictures on it, and the little plate "with words on it," loosened her tongue again, and set it chattering quite freely.
The meal lasted a long time that night, for Jessie was full of talk, and neither her "granp," as she already familiarly called him, nor her granny could bear to interrupt her, especially after she had slidden down from her high seat at the table, and clambered on to her grandfather"s knee; for to them her presence seemed like some wonderful dream, from which they were afraid of waking.
At last, though, the little tongue grew quiet, the dark curly head fell back on granp"s shoulder, and then the bright eyes closed.
"I reckon I"d best carry her right up to bed," said Thomas softly.
"If I hand her over to you she"ll waken, as sure as anything."
Patience only nodded, she could not speak, her heart was so full, and rising she followed him up the stairs, carrying the lamp. At the door of Lizzie"s old room she expected him to stop and hand the sleeping child over to her, but, apparently without remembering what room it was, he walked straight in, and very tenderly laid his burthen on the bed. Then, with a glance at the rose-bush on the sill, he crept softly out and down the stairs again.
Patience stood by her little sleeping grandchild with tears of joy in her eyes. "She"s broke his will," she said gladly, "for her sake he"s forgotten. P"raps now he"ll get over the trouble, and forget, and be happier again."
CHAPTER III.
SHOPPING AND TEAING.
The next morning some of Jessie"s shyness had returned, but it vanished again at the sight of the mug with the pictures and the plate with the "words" on it. At the liberal dishful of bacon and eggs she stared wide-eyed.
"You can eat a slice of bacon and an egg, can"t you, dearie?" asked her granny.
"Yes, please!" with a sigh of pleasure. "May I?"
"Why, of course," said granny heartily. "Why not? Do you like eggs?"
Jessie nodded. "I had one once, a whole one, but that was for my dinner. We don"t ever have eggs for breakfast at home," she added impressively.
"Don"t you?" answered her grandfather gravely, "then what do you have? Something you like better, I s"pose?"
He did not ask from curiosity, that was the last thing he would have been guilty of; he only wanted to show an interest and to hear her talk.