It was not the lightest part of her sorrow to know that this was done for her.
'Not a word about it to any one but me,' said the old man, 'no, not even to me,' he added hastily, 'for it can do no good.

All the losses that ever were, are not worth tears from thy eyes, darling.

Why should they be, when we will win them back ?' 'Let them go,' said the child looking up.

'Let them go, once and for ever, and I would never shed another tear if every penny had been a thousand pounds.' 'Well, well,' returned the old man, checking himself as some impetuous answer rose to his lips, 'she knows no better.

I ought to be thankful of it.' 'But listen to me,' said the child earnestly, 'will you listen to me ?' 'Aye, aye, I'll listen,' returned the old man, still without looking at her; 'a pretty voice.