"There!" echoed Seth, with a startled look, following the line of Sally's finger.
"And angels was flying all about you, and it was their shoes you was mending."
And then Sally related the whole of her dream as circumstantially as it was in her power to do. The narration occupied some time, and at its conclusion Sally's face was red with excitement, and an expression of interest was in Seth Dumbrick's features.
"And I was putting a pair of shining slippers on the feet of this little thing," he said, taking the baby in his arms. "I didn't know you had a little sister, Sal."
"I ain't got none; she ain't my sister--she's my baby."
Seth Dumbrick, holding himself aloof from his neighbours, and not being given to idle chatterings, knew none of the particulars of the child's introduction to Rosemary Lane, and he now learnt them for the first time from Sally's lips.
"Poor little castaway!" he said.
"She wasn't dressed like this when she first come," said Sally.
"No! How then?"
"She had nice things, better than I ever seed."