The child's eyes travelled back from Dreamland, and rested wistfully upon the kind face above her.
"I don't know," said she sadly. "I want to go to heaven; but I've forgot the way."
"To heaven! You poor little thing, have you no home short of that?"
"I don't know. I wish I had some water."
"You had better jump into the wagon, and come home with me, Sunshine, if that is your name. Something has got to be done for you right away."
The child, still looking at her in that strange and solemn manner, asked suddenly,—
"Who are you?"
"I? Oh! I'm Dora Darling; and I live about five miles from here. Jump in quick; for it is growing dark, and we must be at home for supper."
As she spoke, she leaned down, and gave a hand to the little girl, who mechanically took it, and clambered into the carriage. Dora lifted her to the seat, and held her there, with one arm about her waist, saying kindly,—
"Hug right up to me, you poor little thing! and hold on tight. We'll be at home in half an hour, or less.-Now, Pope!"