John happened to be down upon the sands that night, and he got the baby lying at his feet.

He brought her to me wrapped in his coat, and says he, 'Anne, here's God has sent us a little one.' And we kept it for our own, seeing that nobody asked for it.

I have the day and the year written in my prayer-book; for I said to myself, some day, may-be, her friends will come looking for her--out of the sea, or over the land, or whatever way providence will send them.

And for one whole week we called her nothing but 'H.G.'" "H.G.!" echoed Reine.
"Those were the letters wrought upon the shoulder of her beautiful little shift," said Mrs.Kane.

"And afterwards we made out that they stood for Hetty Gray." "She had on a little shift ?" "Mrs.Rushton got it," said Mrs.Kane.