or hear her voice in song. He hoped that one or the other would greet him; but he was disappointed in both. No face was at the window, no sound of music floated out on the bright frosty air.
He pulled the door-bell very timidly, and then waited a long time very patiently for the door to open. It was opened, however, at length, and, bowing very low, he said, "Please, 'm, here's a letter from the master, an' I's to wait for an answer."
"You'll have to wait some time, then," said the girl, scornfully, "for Mrs. Lawrence has gone out; but come inside," and she shut the door with a bang.
"May I wait here?” said Benny, looking round the roomy hall.
"Yes," said the girl; "I'll have no brats in the kitchen; you can sit on that chair if you like;" and she hurried downstairs.
Benny obeyed, and sat for a long time holding his cap between his knees. At length, as he was growing rather impatient, he heard a light step on the stairs near him, and, looking up, he saw his little benefactress descending, carrying a huge doll in her arms.
Benny felt himself growing hot all over, for he had no idea whether it was the proper thing to stand or sit still, so he shuffled about on his chair in a very uneasy manner.
The girl looked at him curiously for a moment, and then came towards him, saying—
“Are you not Benny, that papa has in his office?”
