was too full to permit her to think of eating
at that time. She therefore put it into her pocket, saying that she
would eat it by and by, when she had found her mamma, which she hoped
would be soon.

As they walked along, the good old woman endeavoured to amuse Anabella
by telling her pretty stories, and enquiring of her what books she read.
"I very well know," said the old woman, "that you young children are too
apt to be fond of histories of haunted houses, of witches, ghosts, and
apparitions, which tend only to fill you with idle fears and
apprehensions, and make you afraid even of your own shadows." But when
Anabella told her that her books were all bought at the corner of St.
Paul's Church-yard, she seemed perfectly satisfied.

They had hardly entered the market, when the little rambling eyes of
Anabella caught sight of her mamma. She shrieked with joy, and, like an
arrow out of a bow, darted from the old woman, and flew to her parent,
who clasped her pretty dear in her arms, and, after tenderly embracing
her, "How came you," said she, "my sweet angel, to wander from me? I
have been so frightened as to be hardly able to contain myself."

Anabella threw her arms round the neck of her mamma, and fixing her lips
to her cheeks, kept kissing her, till a torrent of tears gave ease to
her heart. As soon as she was able to speak, "My dear mamma," said she,
"I stopped to look at a pretty little chaise drawn by six dogs, and in
the mean time I lost you. I looked for you, and called for you, but I
could neither see nor hear you. I sat down crying by the side of a bank;
some as they passed pitied me, and others joked me; but none attempted
to take care of me, till this good old woman led me by the hand, and
brought me here."

Anabella's mother was very thankful to the good old woman for her
tenderness and humanity to her daughter; and not only bought of her what
eggs and butter she had left, but even made her a small present besides,
which she a long time declined accepting of, saying she had done no more
than what every good Christian ought to do.

Anabella kissed the good old woman over and over again, and all her way
home talked of nothing but her kindness. Nor did she afterwards forget
it, as she would frequently go and pay her a visit, when she always took
with her some tea and sugar, and a loaf of bread. Anabella's mother
constantly bought all the eggs and butter the good old woman had to
spare, and paid her a bette