"Jack, Jack, don't you know me?"
Jack stopped and almost staggered. There was one of the vans he had been so long in search of; but he did not recognize the girl in the fluttering rags, either by voice or appearance.
Lizzie clambered down while her brother was staring at her, and ran up to him.
"Don't you know me, Jack?" she said again, laying her hand on his shoulder.
"Is it Lizzie?" gasped the lad, looking earnestly at her.
"Oh! Jack, how is mother?" was the answer, as she burst into tears and threw herself into his arms. "Will she ever forgive me, do you think, for being such a wicked girl?"
"Yes, that she will," said Jack, as soon as he had recovered a little from his astonishment; and then he looked at the solitary van. Lizzie told him then how it was she had been left behind, and that Tottie had given her some money that she might write and tell her mother where she was.
"I can't leave her, Jack," she whispered, as they walked back to the van together hand in hand. "I promised her I'd stop with her—"
"Lizzie, Lizzie," called a faint but clear voice.
And Lizzie darted into the van, and kneeled down by Tottie's side.