ut 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 di