She was left sitting on the sack.
Presently Mr Bruce came in, and passing behind his counter, proceeded to make an entry in a book.

It could have been no order from poor, homeless Margaret.

It was, in fact, a memorandum of the day and the hour when Annie was set down on that same sack--so methodical was he! And yet it was some time before he seemed to awake to the remembrance of the presence of the child.

Looking up suddenly at the pale, weary thing, as she sat with her legs hanging lifelessly down the side of the sack, he said--pretending to have forgotten her-- "Ow, bairn, are ye there yet ?" And going round to her, he set her on the floor, and leading her by the hand through the mysterious gate of the counter, and through a door behind it, called in a sharp decided tone: "Mother, ye're wanted!" Thereupon a tall, thin, anxious-looking woman appeared, wiping her hands in her apron.
"This is little Miss Anderson," said Bruce, "come to bide wi's.

Gie her a biscuit, and tak' her up the stair till her bed." As it was the first, so it was the last time he called her _Miss_ Anderson, at least while she was one of his household .-- Mrs Bruce took Annie by the hand in silence, and led her up two narrow stairs, into a small room with a skylight.