down and kept her form close at s side poor thing said the woman have you no feeling that you keep her out in the cruel streets at such a time as this have you no eyes that you don t see how delicate and slender she is have you no sense you don t look as if you had much that you don t take more pity on this cold and trembling little hand she had stepped across to that side and held the hand between her own two it kiss a poor lost creature dear she said bending her face and tell me where she s taking you little turned towards her why my god she said you re a woman don t mind that said little clasping one of the hands that had suddenly released hers not afraid of you f then you had better be she answered have you no mother no no father yes a very dear one go home to him and be afraid of me let me go good night i must thank you first let me speak to you as if i really was a child you can t do it said the woman you are kind and innocent but you can t look at me out of a child s eyes i never should have touched you but that i thought you were a child and with a strange wild cry she went away no day yet in the sky but there was day in the stones of the streets in the carts and in the workers going to various occupations in the opening of early shops in the traffic at in the stir at the river side there was coming day in the lights with a color in them than they would have had at another time coming day in the increased of the air and the ghastly dying of the night they went back again to the gate intending to wait there now until it should be opened but the air was so raw and cold that little leading about in her sleep kept in motion going round by the church she saw lights there and the door open and went up the steps and looked in who s that cried a stout old man who was putting on a as if he were going to bed in a vault little it s no one particular sir said little stop cried the man let s have a look at you this caused her to turn hack again in the act of going out and to present herself and her charge before him i thought so said he i know you we have often seen each other said little the or the or the or whatever he was when i have been at church here more than that we ve got your birth in our register you know you re one of our indeed said little to be sure as the child of the � by the bye how did you get out so early we were shut out last night and are waiting to get in you don t mean it and there s another hour good yet come into the you ll find a fire in the on account of the painters i m waiting for the painters or i shouldn t be here you may depend upon it one of our mustn t be cold when we have it in our power to warm her up comfortable come along he was a very good old fellow in his familiar way and having stirred the fire he looked round the shelves of for a particular volume here you are you see he said taking it down and turning the leaves here you ll find yourself as large as life daughter of william and born prison parish of saint george and we tell people that you have lived there without so much as a day s or a night s absence ever since is it true quite true till last night lord but his surveying her with an admiring gaze suggested something else to him to wit i am sorry to see though that you are faint and tired stay a bit i ll get some cushions out of the church and you and your friend shall lie down before the fire don t be afraid of not going in to join your father when the gate opens call you he soon brought in the cushions and them on the ground there you are you see again as large as life oh never mind thanking i ve daughters of my own and though they weren t born in the prison they might have been if i had been in my ways of carrying on of your father s breed stop a bit i must put something under the cushion for your head here s a burial volume just the thing we have got mrs in this book but what makes these books interesting to most people not who s in em but who isn t � who s coming you know and when that s the interesting question looking back at the pillow he had he left them to their hour s repose was already and little was soon fast asleep with her head resting on that sealed book of fate by its mysterious blank leaves this was little s party the shame desertion wretchedness and exposure of the great capital the wet the cold the slow hours and the swift clouds of the dismal night this was the party from which little went home in the first grey mist of a rainy morning little chapter xv mrs i has another dream the old house in the city wrapped in its mantle of and leaning heavily on the that had of its decay and worn out with it never knew a healthy or a cheerful interval let what would 