Poor child! She too had suffered during these three
never-to-be-forgotten days, and the marks of that suffering were sadly
visible in her pale, grief-touched countenance.
To the earnest inquiries of her foster-parents, Fanny could give no
very satisfactory answer. She had no sooner left the square with the
lady mentioned by little Edith, than she was hurried into a carriage,
and driven off to the cars, where a man met them. This man, she said,
spoke kindly to her, showed her his watch, and told her if she would
be a good girl and not cry, he would take her home again. In the cars,
they rode for a long time, until it grew dark; and still she said the
cars kept going. After a while she fell asleep, and when she awoke it
was morning, and she was lying on a bed. The same lady was with her,
and, speaking kindly, told her not to be frightened--that nobody would
hurt her, and that she should go home in a day or two.
"But I did nothing but cry," said the child, in her own simple way,
as she related her story. "Then the lady scolded me, until I was
frightened, and tried to keep back the tears all I could. But they
would run down my cheeks. A good while after breakfast," continued
Fanny, "the man who had met us at the cars came in with another man.
They talked with the lady for a good while, looking at me as they
spoke.
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