"Poor little creature," thought she, "I suppose it is a long time since
she has had a good dinner."

Then the thought struck her: "Here I am alone to eat all this. There is
plenty enough for half a dozen. How much these poor people would relish
it."

By this time the table was arranged.

"Sir," said she, turning to the traveller, "you look as if you were
hungry as well as cold. If you and your little daughter would like to
sit up, I should be happy to have you."

"Thank you, madam," was the grateful reply. "We are hungry, and shall be
much indebted to your kindness."

It was rather a novel situation for Miss Hetty, sitting at the head of
the table, dispensing food to others beside herself. There was something
rather agreeable about it.

"Will you have some of the dressing, little girl--I have to call you
that, for I don't know your name," she added, in an inquiring tone.

"Her name is Henrietta, but I generally call her Hetty," said the
traveller.

"What!" said Miss Hetty, dropping the spoon in surprise.

"She was named after a very dear friend of mine," said he, sighing.