"She looked pale, certainly, but calm and quiet as an angel in heaven."
"Oh! she is like an angel, that dear grand-daughter!"
"She was leading a little child by the hand, up and down the lower passage—a beautiful creature, who kept his quiet, soft eyes fixed on hers, as we sometimes see a house-dog gaze on its owner. I had but one glimpse, and came away."
"Then she did not seem unhappy?" questioned the old woman.
"I could not say that. Her eyes were heavy, as if she had cried a good deal in the night, but she was calm when I saw her."
"Would they let me look at her as you did, if I promised not to speak a word?"
"There is no reason why you should not speak with her and your husband too. If the keepers refuse, I will obtain an order from the sheriff."
"Do you think so, really? Can I see them to-day?"
"Be at rest; you will see them within a few hours, no doubt," replied the young man. "But your grand-daughter, at least, will, I trust, be at liberty. It was on this subject that I came to see you, aunt."
"And right glad I am you did come, nephew," replied the huckster woman. "I wanted to help the poor things somehow, but didn't know what on earth to begin with. I know just about as much of the law as a spring gosling, and no more. It costs heaps of money, that every one can tell you; but how it is to be spent, and what for, is the question I want answered."