ou live?" said the lady.

"Oh, yes; I live with mamma and papa," said Susy, "and my
kitty, and my doll; we all live together."

The lady smiled, and said--"Well, dear, we'll try to find them."
So they rode on a little way, and soon came where the houses were
nearer each other. Susy looked out of the carriage window, and
did not cry any more; because she thought she would very soon
see her dear mamma.

Suddenly she screamed--"Mamma! mamma! here is Susy." Sure
enough! there was a lady hurrying along; looking in every
direction. As soon as she heard Susy, her face lost its
troubled expression, and she ran to the carriage door, and
opened it, caught her little child, and hugged her to her
breast, and said--"Oh, my darling! my darling! Thank God you
are safe!" and then she burst into tears--tears of joy and
gratitude.

The kind ladies told her how Susy had strayed away into the
green lane; and how the little deaf old gentleman had given
her to them to take home; and Susy's mother thanked them
again, and again; and carried her precious child home.

What a kissing Susy got that evening from her father! and how
glad he was that his little girl was there to bring him his
slippers! They did not get angry with her--of course not! Dear
me! who ever heard of such a thing? She did not _mean_ to do
wrong; she had just wandered off, singing a little song, and
talking to herself, and picking the pretty butter-cups that
grew in the grass; and when she looked up, she could not see
her home; she only saw the little old gentleman that she
called "Grandpa."

So her papa and mamma talked kindly to her, and kissed her, and
made her promise that she would not go so far again--never!
never! never! which little Susy was very glad to do, for she
had no idea of losing her dear parents. No, indeed.

But after that, she saw the little deaf old gentleman very
often; and he grew to love little Susy dearly; and though they
did not talk to each other, they smiled; and he always had
something in his pocket for her. Guess what it was? Candy?
Yes, that was the very thing.

[Illustration: The three friends.]

Sometimes he would come to her house, riding on a nice old white
horse; and Susy would run out and smooth down his nose; the
horse's nose I mean; and the old white horse liked it very much;
he would not have bitten her little hand for a thousand dollars;
and ever after that Susy, and the little old gentleman, and the
old white horse, wer