She approached the lady and wanted to say something, but nothing came out.

Sally grew crimson and stood there more helpless than ever before in her life.
The lady took the child's hand and stroked her glowing cheeks.
"Come, sit down beside me, dear child," she then said, with a voice so sweet that it went deep into Sally's heart.

"Come, we shall come gradually to know each other a little." [Illustration: _Now the lady held out her hand and said in a friendly tone, "Come here, dear child."..._] Now there came from out of a corner a quick noise of moving; Sally did not know what it was, for until now she had not dared to look around the room, but now she looked up.
A boy, a little taller than she, was carrying a small easy chair and placed it before Sally.

He looked at her with such a merry face as the restrained laughter came so visibly out of his eyes, that the sight brought a complete reversion in Sally's feelings, and she, all at once, laughed right out; upon which, the boy too, relieved his feelings by a bright peal of laughter, for the rushing in and then the confusion of the unexpected guest had long since tempted him to laugh; but he was too well trained to dare to break out.
"Well, my child," said the mother with that winning voice, "and what has brought you to me ?" "I have--I ought to--I wanted," Sally began hesitatingly, "I wanted to give a message to Marianne--" Sally could not stop at half the truth.
The sad, friendly eyes of the lady were penetratingly resting on hers, so everything had to come out as it was.
"That is lovely and friendly of you, that you want to see us, dear little girl.

How did you hear of us ?" asked the lady, and took off Sally's straw hat, while she put the question to the child.