She sat up on the side of the bed to eat it.
“When did you leave your lady?” he inquired, as he seated himself on a chair near her.
“Oh! I don’t know. I—I—I——No! it’s no use—I don’t know. It was—was—ever so long ago,” sighed the child.
“Were you lost?”
“Yes; I lost myself. I went out to try to find Lady; and she found me.”
“Lady found you?”
“Oh, no; of course not! If Lady had found me I shouldn’t be here, looking this way,” said the elf, rather indignantly.
“Then who found you?”
“The nasty old woman, of course.”
“Ah! And what then?”