I recognized you the moment you stepped out of the store; but I see that you don't remember me.

But why should you?
Little girls don't remember old men." Again that benevolent smile as he poked about in one of his pockets and finally drew out a little parcel which he held out toward her.
"This belongs to your aunt.

See, it has her name on it, Madame Antoinette Duclos.

It came to the lodging-house in Fifty-third Street just after she left, and I was asked to bring it to her.

I was going to your house as soon as I had done my little errand at this store, but now that I have met you, I will ask you to see that she gets it." The girl looked down at the parcel, then up at him, and reaching out her hand, took it.
His old heart, which had almost stopped, beat again naturally and with renewed strength.