She loves me if my clothes are old and ugly." "Why, Lloyd," called the Colonel, amazed and distressed by her sudden burst of grief.

"Come here to grandpa.

Why didn't you tell me so before ?" The face, the tone, the outstretched arm, all drew her irresistibly to him.

It was a relief to lay her head on his shoulder, and unburden herself of the fear that had haunted her so many days.
With her arms around his neck, and the precious little head held close to his heart, the old Colonel was in such a softened mood that he would have promised anything to comfort her.
"There, there," he said, soothingly, stroking her hair with a gentle hand, when she had told him all her troubles.

"Don't you worry about that, my dear.