Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 11: what you’re looking at

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amall figure in a protecting way; he laid the little head against his shoulder, and murmured, reassur- ingly, with his lips close to her ear: “Don’t be afraid, little girl; you're all safe now, and we'll soon be home,”’ The child neither wnoved nor spoke, but she ap- | peared to rest content within his embrace, while her ‘large, beautiful eyes searched his face with an earnest. inquiring gaze, even though her sweet little mouth quivered with grief and fear. They were soon at land; the boat was hauled up on shore by Sandy Morton and Jim, and then the former took Percy's precious burden from him, and they all bent their steps toward the light-house. The keeper bore the child into the bright, warm : kitchen, where Mrs. Butler had kept @ roaring fire ever since the departure of the men for the ship. He laid the child gently on a lounge that stood near the stove, and Percy began immediately to loosen her wraps. “Lor’'! Master Percy, what have we hear?” in- quired the curious housekeeper, coming nearer for a look at the little stranger, “A dear little girl, Mrs. Butler,’ he said, an eager ' note of joy in his voice. “And is that all you've brought away from yonder wreck?” the woman demanded, her ruddy face losing some of its color, a look of horror in her eyes. “Yes, all,” the boy returned, with a shudder, while his grandfather turned away with a groan. Percy removed a shawl and blanket from his little charge, and it was no small task either, for they had been securely bound around with a piece of strong rope. Underneath these wrappings there was a little fur cloak of softest, finest seal, then a pretty flannel wrapper trimmed with swan’s-da t under this a night-robe of finest textur annie arsreein