The little dress was hooked awry, on one tiny foot all drenched with dew there was no boot, and on the yellow curls no hat.
"Oh! daddie, daddie," cried the child, catching sight of him and struggling to reach her father's arms, "you isn't dead, is you, daddie ?" "No, my love, no," answered her father, kissing her.

"Why should you think that I was dead?
Didn't your mother tell you that I was safe ?" "Oh! daddie," she answered, "they came and said that you was drownded, and I cried and wished that I was drownded too.

Then mother came home at last and said that you were better, and was cross with me because I went on crying and wanted to come to you.

But I did go on crying.

I cried nearly all night, and when it got light I did dress myself, all but one shoe and my hat, which I could not find, and I got out of the house to look for you." "And how did you find me, my poor little dear ?" "Oh, I heard mother say you was at the Vicarage, so I waited till I saw a man, and asked him which way to go, and he did tell me to walk along the cliff till I saw a long white house, and then when he saw that I had no shoe he wanted to take me home, but I ran away till I got here.