"Yes, sir; and a dear bairn, sweet and good as she is fair."
"Will you give me a good-bye kiss, my little dear?" he asked, stepping toward her.
"Yes," she said, holding up her rosebud mouth. "But I don't know you. Did you come to see my uncle? Where is he?"
He gave her a puzzled look, then saying, "I haven't time to tell you now, my little girl," hurried away.
She looked after him for a moment, then turning to Mrs. Murray, repeated her question.
"Gone away, darling," was the answer. "Now come in and eat your supper; and then we'll have a nice bit talk."
