"I won't cry, mamma." And child as she was, she was as good as her word.

Her mother looked at her and burst into tears.
Perversely reluctant, the better nature that was in Mrs.Presty rose to the surface, forced to show itself.

"Cry, Catherine," she said kindly; "it will do you good.

Leave the child to me." With a gentleness that astonished Kitty, she led her little granddaughter to the window, and pointed to the public walk in front of the house.

"I know what will comfort you," the wise old woman began; "look out of the window." Kitty obeyed.
"I don't see my little friends coming," she said.