The empty sleeve recalled her grandfather, and gave her a friendly feeling for the old soldier.

She looked back at Hero as long as she could see a glimpse of his white and yellow curls.
It was nearly noon when they stopped at a place where Mrs.Sherman wanted to leave an enamelled belt-buckle to be repaired.

Lloyd was not interested in the show-cases, and could not understand the conversation her father and mother were having with the shopkeeper about enamelling.

So, saying that she would go out and sit in the carriage until they were ready to come, she slipped away.
She liked to watch the stir of the streets.

It was interesting to guess what the foreign signs meant, and to listen to the strange speech around her.