HAREBELL'S FRIEND
[CHAPTER I]
NOT WANTED
SHE stood watching the crowd on the pier; a slim upright little figure, in a shabby waterproof, and a woollen cap crammed down on her head, and hiding the soft silky curls underneath it.
Her small face with its clear pallor, dark speaking eyes, and sensitive lips, struck more than one observer with peculiar interest.
"An intelligent child that," remarked the ship's doctor, as he lounged over the bulwarks, waiting for the gangway to connect them with the shore; "but it's a type that is bound to suffer—too much feeling!"
His companion—a pretty woman of uncertain age—gazed at the small girl reflectively.