the little face was flushed and tear-stained, and the dark hair all
rumpled about it, it might have been his own little Lizzie again.

The men looked from the child to each other helplessly. "What had we
best do?" said the station-master, in a tone lowered so that it might
not waken the little sleeper. "If she opens her eyes and sees us all
here she'll be frightened."

"And if I touch her it'll wake her up with a start," said her
grandfather anxiously. But before they had settled the knotty point,
the engine-driver, growing tired of waiting, let off a shrill whistle
from his engine and with the sound the little sleeper stirred, opened
her eyes, and sat up suddenly. The porter hastily disappeared from
the doorway, the station-master left the carriage too, but the guard
remained, and nodded and smiled at her reassuringly.

"You remember me, don't you, little one! I've brought you all the
way home, and here we are, and here is grandfather come to see you."

Jessie sat up and looked from one to the other with troubled eyes.
"I want mother," she said at last, with piteously trembling lips.

"Oh, now, you ain't going to cry again, are you?" cried the guard,
pretending to be shocked. "Good little girls don't cry. 'Tis time
to get out, too, the train is going on, and you'll be carried away,
if you don't mind what you're about, and then how will mother ever be
able to find you? Come along, get up like a good little maid."

Poor Jessie, really frightened at the thought of such a fearful
possibility, turned piteously to her grandfather, who had been all