The clasp was broken, and it was tied round with a piece of string, but her little fingers quickly undid this, and from the inside pocket drew out her railway ticket and a ha'penny.

In giving the porter the ticket she had some trouble not to give him the ha'penny too.
"I can't give you my money," she explained gravely, "for it is all I've got, but I had to put it in there with the ticket, because there's a hole in my purse that side, do you see ?" and she showed it to the man, pushing her finger through the hole that he might see it better.

"It was mother's purse, but she lost a sixpence one day, and then she gave it to me.

It does all right for me, 'cause I only have pennies," she explained gravely as she put her purse back into her pocket again.
The porter agreed.

"'Tis a nice purse for a little girl," he said quite seriously; "there's heaps of wear in it yet, by the look of it." Thomas Dawson stood by, his face all alight with smiles and interest.
"What a clever little maid 'tis," he thought, "and what a happy little soul to be so ready to talk like that right away." "Now, my dear, are 'ee ready?
We must hurry on, or granny'll think you ain't come, and she will be wondering what's become of me.
Shall I carry you again ?" "No, thank you, I'd like to walk, but I'd like you to hold my hand.
Mother always does; she's afraid I'll get lost with so many people about." "Well, you won't be troubled with too many people hereabouts," said her grandfather, laughing, but he was only too glad to clasp the little hand thrust into his, and they walked on very happily together talking quite as though they were old friends.
"We are nearly home now, 'tisn't so very much further.