Oswald found him sensible, but in deep distress, as may be imagined.
"The fire is all out, sir," said Oswald.
"I care not for that. My poor, poor child!"
"Your child is safe, sir," replied Oswald.
"Safe, did you say?" cried Mr. Heatherstone, starting up. "Safe! where'?"
"In my cottage. She has sent me for you."
Mr. Heatherstone rushed out, passed by Edward, who was standing at the door of the other cottage, and was in his daughter's arms. Oswald came out to Edward, who then detailed to him the way in which he had saved the girl.
"Had it not been for the ill-nature of that woman Phoebe, in sending me to sleep where there was no straw, they would all have been burned," observed Edward.
"She gave you an opportunity of rewarding good for evil," observed
Oswald.
"Yes, but I am burned very much in my arm," said Edward. "Have you any thing that will be good for it?"
"Yes, I think I have: wait a moment."