I'll go and stand beside her." Half timidly the little girl advanced towards the stall.

She had stood there a minute or two before its owner noticed her, and turned to ask if mademoiselle wanted an apple.
Sylvia shook her head.

She had no money and did not want any apples, but might she stand there to watch for her friends, whom she had lost in the crowd.

The old woman, with bright black eyes and shrivelled-up, yellow-red cheeks, not unlike one of her own apples that had been thrown aside as spoilt, turned and looked with kindly curiosity at the little girl.
"Might Mademoiselle wait there?
Certainly.

But she must not stand," and as she spoke she drew out a little stool, on which Sylvia was only too glad to seat herself, and feeling a little less anxious, she mustered courage to ask the old woman if every one came out at this door.
"To go where ?" inquired the old woman, and when Sylvia mentioned the name of the hotel and the street where they were staying, "Ah, yes!" said her informant; "Mademoiselle might be quite satisfied.