I was surprised to see the child standing patiently by with a cloak upon her arm, and in her hand a hat, and stick.
'Those are not mine, my dear,' said I.
'No,' returned the child, 'they are grandfather's.' 'But he is not going out to-night.' 'Oh, yes, he is,' said the child, with a smile.
'And what becomes of you, my pretty one ?' 'Me! I stay here of course.

I always do.' I looked in astonishment towards the old man, but he was, or feigned to be, busied in the arrangement of his dress.

From him I looked back to the slight gentle figure of the child.

Alone! In that gloomy place all the long, dreary night.
She evinced no consciousness of my surprise, but cheerfully helped the old man with his cloak, and when he was ready took a candle to light us out.

Finding that we did not follow as she expected, she looked back with a smile and waited for us.