She was informed that he had not yet finished his dinner; and she decided to wait in the court till he made his appearance.

Seating herself on the door stone, she permitted her mind to wander back to the narrative her mother had related to her.

She glanced at her coarse clothes, and could hardly believe that her grandfather was a rich merchant, and lived in a fine house.

How nice it would be if she could only find the old gentleman! He could not be cross to her; he would give her all the money she could spend, and make a great lady of her.
"Pooh! what a fool I am to think of such a thing!" exclaimed she impatiently, as she rose from the door stone.

"I am a beggar, and what right have I to think of being a fine lady, while my poor sick mother has nothing to eat and drink?
It is very hard to be so poor, but I suppose it is all for the best." "Do you want me, Katy ?" said a voice from the door, which Katy recognized as that of Master Simon Sneed.
"I want to see you very much," replied Katy.
"Wait a moment, and I will join you." And in a moment Master Simon Sneed did join her; but he is so much of a curiosity, and so much of a character, that I must stop to tell my young readers all about him.
Master Simon Sneed was about fifteen years old, and tall enough to have been two years older.