30 The Little Stowaway.

 

for me, and was always watching
to see what I wanted.

Nearly a year after that, I re-
member, it was very cold, and the
little southern boy felt it especially.
He had grown ever so tall and
thin, but not strong, and he went
about looking blue and _ shivery.
How 1° came: to’ be still at the
Park I will tell you in another
place, but there I was, and my
friend Gus won my pity by his
wretched looks. I used to look at
his blue hands, and wonder what
could be done. At last I remem-
bered a pair of warm knitted:gloves,
that had been given me, which I