58 OLNEY.

“Did it make you kwy?” asked Olney, cuddling up close
to him and patting his serious face.

' “Yes,” he said; “she was.all the little girl I had.”

“Naughty little girl,” said Olney. “Why don’t you go
and find her, and tell her she must come home?” bringing
one little fat hand down on the other with all the violence she
could summon.

Her friend was silent; and Olney, on his knee, sat looking
at him with her innocent eyes.

“ Doesn’t you love her?” she presently inquired, in a
grieved voice. “My papa loves me, oh, so hard,—forty
bushels; but my grandpapa doesn’t; mammy says he doesn’t,
and mamma says he does, so maybe he does. Is you a grand-
papa?” she asked.

Her friend put her down from his knee and walked away
for a few steps. Olney stood still, putting up a grieved lip;
seeing this her friend came back, and, taking her up in his
arms, he hugged and kissed her over and over.

“Ts you a grandpapa?” she repeated. |

“Yes, my darling,” he said. “I have a little grand-
daughter whom I have never seen.”

“Oh,” said Olney, “that is too bad! Let me kiss you for
her, and I want to see my grandpapa and kiss him, ’cause I
know he is good; mamma says so.”

Her friend stroked back the hair from the little earnest
face, and said,— .