"Yes, dear; he saved your life; Tom is very dear to me; poor fellow."
"I am to be a visitor, remember," she said childishly; "You must not forget that."
"I will forget nothing that can give you pleasure, be certain of that," he answered, kindly.
"Now you shall lead me downstairs," she said.
"You must not walk; I will carry you."
"No, no; I am so heavy."
But he took her in his arms and carried her downstairs, as he had so often done in her childhood, while Victoria followed with cushions and shawls to make her perfectly comfortable.
"I am your baby again, Grant! Don't you remember how you used to carry me about?"
"Indeed I do; you are not much larger now."
"You saucy thing! I would pull your hair only I am afraid you would let me fall."