The old man had Harry on his knee, and was busy pulling off his shoes and stockings, to warm the little cold feet.
'Poor creature,' said the lady.
Suddenly Eliza opened her eyes.

A dreadful look of pain came into her face.

She sprang up saying, 'Oh, my Harry, have they got him ?' As soon as he heard her voice, Harry jumped from the old man's knee, and running to her side, put up his arms.
'Oh, he's here! he's here,' she said, kissing him.

'Oh, ma'am,' she went, on turning wildly to the lady of the house, 'do protect us, don't let them get him.' 'Nobody shall hurt you here, poor woman,' said the lady.

'You are safe; don't be afraid.' 'God bless you,' said Eliza, covering her face and sobbing, while Harry, seeing her crying, tried to get into her lap to comfort her.
'You needn't be afraid of anything; we are friends here, poor woman.
Tell me where you come from and what you want,' said the lady.
'I came from the other side of the river,' said Eliza.
'When ?' said the gentleman, very much astonished.
'To-night.' 'How did you come ?' 'I crossed on the ice.' 'Crossed on the ice!' exclaimed every one.
'Yes,' said Eliza slowly, 'I did.