The tiny face lying upon his pillow was rosy with sleep, and the fair curly hair was tossed about in pretty disorder.

His spectacles grew very dim indeed, and he was obliged to polish them carefully on his cotton handkerchief before he could see his grand-daughter plainly enough.

Then he touched her dimpled cheek tremblingly with the end of his finger, and sobbed out, "Bless her! bless her!" He returned to his chair, his head shaking a good deal before he could regain his composure; and it was not until he had kindled his pipe, and was smoking it, with his face turned towards the sleeping child, that he felt at all like himself again.
"Dear Lord!" he said, half aloud, between the whiffs of his pipe, "dear Lord! how very good thou art to me! Didst thee not say, 'I'll not leave thee comfortless, I'll come to thee ?' I know what that means, bless thy name; and the good Spirit has many a time brought me comfort, and cheered my heart.

I know thou didst not leave me alone before.

No, no! that was far from thee, Lord.