Poor Jessie, really frightened at the thought of such a fearful possibility, turned piteously to her grandfather, who had been all this time standing by awkwardly, wondering what he could do or say.  But at that look he forgot himself and his doubts, and the guard and everything but the pitiful frightened look on the little face.

“Come along with grandfather,” he said coaxingly, dropping on his knee beside her.  “Come along with me, dear, and I’ll take care of you till mother comes.  Granny is home waiting for ’ee with a bootiful tea, and there’s flowers, and a kitten, and a fine little rose-bush in a pot that grandfather picked out on purpose for ’ee.  Wouldn’t you like to come and see it all?”

“Will Jessie have roses?” she asked eagerly, her eyes growing bright and expectant.

“Yes, I shouldn’t be surprised if there’s one nearly out already.  Let’s go home quick, and see, shall we?  It had got a bud on it when I left, maybe it’ll be out by this time, if not you can be sure it will be to-morrow.”

The engine gave another shrill whistle, the train jerked and quivered.  Thomas hastily gathered up Jessie in his arms, shawl and all.  “Where’s your box, and all the rest of it?”

“Haven’t got any.”

“Haven’t got any!  Your clothes, I mean, frocks and hats and boots and suchlike.”

“I’ve got on my boots,” putting out her feet, and showing a very shabby broken pair, “and there’s a parcel there, my old frock is in it, and my pinny, that’s all.”

Thomas picked up the parcel, and hurried out of the already slowly-moving train.

“Tickets, please,” said the man at the gate.

“Have ’ee got your ticket?” Thomas inquired anxiously.

“Yes,” she nodded; “but you must put me down, please; it is in my purse, and my purse is in my pocket, and I can’t get at it while you are holding me.”

Her grandfather did as he was told, and Jessie, freeing herself from the great shawl which enveloped her, shook out her frock, and diving her hand into her pocket, drew out an old shabby purse.  The clasp was broken, and it was tied round with a piece of string, but her little fingers quickly undid this, and from the inside pocket drew out her railway ticket and a ha’penny.  In giving the porter the ticket she had some trouble not to give him the ha’penny too.

“I can’t give you my money,” she explained gravely, “for it is all I’ve got, but I had to put it in there with the ticket, because there’s a hole in my purse that side, do you see?” and she showed it to the man, pushing her finger through the hole that he might see it better.  “It was mother’s purse, but she lost a sixpence one day, and then she gave it to me.  It does all right for me, ’cause I only have pennies,” she explained gravely as she put her purse back into her pocket again.

The porter agreed. “’Tis a nice purse for a little girl,” he said quite seriously; “there’s heaps of wear in it yet, by the look of it.”