it, and my pinny, that's all."

Thomas picked up the parcel, and hurried out of the already
slowly-moving train.

"Tickets, please," said the man at the gate.

"Have 'ee got your ticket?" Thomas inquired anxiously.

"Yes," she nodded; "but you must put me down, please; it is in my
purse, and my purse is in my pocket, and I can't get at it while you
are holding me."

Her grandfather did as he was told, and Jessie, freeing herself from
the great shawl which enveloped her, shook out her frock, and diving
her hand into her pocket, drew out an old shabby purse. The clasp
was broken, and it was tied round with a piece of string, but her
little fingers quickly undid this, and from the inside pocket drew
out her railway ticket and a ha'penny. In giving the porter the
ticket she had some trouble not to give him the ha'penny too.

"I can't give you my money," she explained gravely, "for it is all
I've got, but I had to put it in there with the ticket, because
there's a hole in my purse that side, do you see?" and she showed it
to the man, pushing her finger through the hole that he might see it
better. "It was mother's purse, but she lost a sixpence one day, and
then she gave it to me. It does all right for me, 'cause I only have
pennies," she explained gravely as she put her purse back into her
pocket again.