“Lift me up, p’ease; I want to see, too.”
The old gentleman raised the little girl and seated her on the rail while he held her about the waist.
She looked up and down the sun-kissed river in great delight.
“Isn’t it b’utiful, mamma?”
“Yes, dear.”
Then she noticed Jack’s admiring gaze.
He thought she was the most charming little creature he had ever seen.
She smiled in a friendly way, and then with some little hesitation held out one of her hands to him.
He took it and shook it gently.
“Oo is a nice boy, ain’t oo?”