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little one looked up, and saw an old gentleman looking at her ©
with an amused expression. She stopped, and, looking mis-
chievously at him from under her long lashes, said, “I is
wunnin’ away.”

“So I see,” remarked the old gentleman. “Where are
you ‘ wunnin’ ?”

“Way, ’way off, over the whole world,” said Olney,
roguishly.

“That is a long way,” returned her friend. “Come here
and tell me about it.” .

Olney shook her head shyly.

“Come,” repeated her friend, “and I will show you my
watch with a pretty picture in it.”

Olney could never withstand the attractions of a watch, so
she advanced cautiously, as if she expected to be grabbed up
any moment; but the gentleman only smiled, and in a few
minutes she felt sufficiently brave to stand close to him while
he showed her the wonders of the watch, in the back of
which was the picture of a dear little girl.

“Ts you a papa?” asked Olney.

“Yes,” he answered ; “ but my little girl was naughty, and
I haven’t seen her for a long time.”

“Has she wunned away ?” asked Olney, with a merry little
chuckle.

Her new friend looked quite grave as he said, “ Yes; that
is just what she did.”