"Poor little thing, she must have had a journey, indeed." "She will be here directly, Mother," Dick said, as his aunt gave the necessary directions for the bed to be prepared, and a dish of rice and strong gravy.

"She is very nervous, and I am sure it will be best if you will meet her, when she arrives, and take her straight to her room." "That is what I was going to do, Dick," his mother said, with a smile.
"Well, I will go down with you, at once." Two or three minutes later, the cart entered the courtyard.

Mrs.
Holland was on the steps.

Dick ran down, and helped Annie from the cart.

The girl was trembling violently.
"Don't be afraid, Annie," Dick whispered, as he lifted her down.