I speak of things as I observed them later, for I could not pay much heed just then.
"'Tis a poor little missy," he said, with a gentle tone.

"What things she hath been through! Will you take an old man's hand, my dear?
Your father hath often taken it, though different from his rank of life.
Sampson Gundry is my name, missy.

Have you ever heard your father tell of it ?" "Many and many a time," I said, as I placed my hot little hand in his.
"He never found more than one man true on earth, and it was you, Sir." "Come, now," he replied, with his eyes for a moment sparkling at my warmth of words; "you must not have that in your young head, missy.

It leads to a miserable life.

Your father hath always been unlucky--the most unlucky that ever I did know.