She was simply a very small, very frightened little girl.

Then, before she could cry out, she was aware that some one was standing beside her bed.

She was aware of this before she looked, and then, strangely (even now she had taken no peep), she was frightened no longer.
The room, the house, were suddenly comfortable and safe places; as water slips from a pool and leaves it dry, so had terror glided from her side.
She looked up then, and, although the place had been so dark that she had been unable to distinguish the furniture, she could figure to herself quite clearly her visitor's form.

She not only figured it, but also quite easily and readily recognised it.

All these years she had forgotten him, but now at the vision of his large comfortable presence she was back again amongst experiences and recognitions that evoked for her once more all those odd first days when, with how much discomfort and puzzled dismay, she had been dropped, so suddenly, into this distressing world.