"Look, Bob," he whispered; "is she a angel?"
"Dunno," said Bob. "Should think she looks like one."
Just then Miss Elton turned her head and saw the two boys. Keeping hold of the little girl's hand, she came towards them.
["See, Gladys," she said; "this is my little boy Willie.">[
"G'adys' 'ickle boy too," said the child, slipping her hand confidingly into the boy's.
Willie coloured to the roots of his hair; but was too overcome by the little lady's possession of him to speak.
Miss Elton 'smiled "that's right, Gladys. Now you take him and show him all the pretty things," and she left the children together while she went back to her helpers.
"Come 'long, boy," said Gladys. "See all ze pitty sings on ze tree," and, tugging at his hand, she pulled him down the long room, and very soon the little waif, and the daintily-dressed maiden were the best of friends, and chatting away as though they had known each other all their short lives.
"Now, children," said Mr. Elton, ringing a bell as he spoke to gain attention, "all who are hungry and want some tea must come and sit down at the tables."
For the next five minutes all was confusion as the children noisily took their places, Gladys and Willie bringing up the rear.