"What had we best do ?" said the station-master, in a tone lowered so that it might not waken the little sleeper.

"If she opens her eyes and sees us all here she'll be frightened." "And if I touch her it'll wake her up with a start," said her grandfather anxiously.

But before they had settled the knotty point, the engine-driver, growing tired of waiting, let off a shrill whistle from his engine and with the sound the little sleeper stirred, opened her eyes, and sat up suddenly.

The porter hastily disappeared from the doorway, the station-master left the carriage too, but the guard remained, and nodded and smiled at her reassuringly.
"You remember me, don't you, little one! I've brought you all the way home, and here we are, and here is grandfather come to see you." Jessie sat up and looked from one to the other with troubled eyes.
"I want mother," she said at last, with piteously trembling lips.
"Oh, now, you ain't going to cry again, are you ?" cried the guard, pretending to be shocked.

"Good little girls don't cry.