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Alexander Fergusson, and asked me if I could direct him which way to go to the house. 'Yes, sir, I said; 'Mr. Fergusson is my grandfather. So we went up towards the lighthouse, Timpey and I walking first to lead the way, and the gentlemen following. The other gentleman was quite old, and had white hair and gold spectacles, and a pleasant, kindly face.
Villiers asked her, with tears in her eyes, 'Do you know me, little Timpey? My dear little Timpey, who am I? the child looked up, and smiled, as she said, 'Dear mother Timpey's dear mother! and she put up her little fat hand to stroke her mother's face. And then, when I saw that, I could feel no longer sorry that the child was going away. I can well remember what a happy morning that was.
Villiers seemed as if she could not take her eyes off the child; wherever little Timpey went, and whatever she was doing, her mother followed her, and I shall never forget how happy and how glad both the father and the mother looked. But the most pleasant day will come to an end; and in the evening a boat was to come from shore to take Mr. and Mrs. Villiers and their child away.
Little Timpey began to cough, so I took her indoors, and amused her there with a picture-book. It grew so dark that my grandfather lighted the lighthouse lamps soon after dinner. There was a dull, yellow light over everything. I never remember a more gloomy afternoon; and as evening came on, the fog grew denser, till at length we could see nothing outside the windows.
Little Timpey was sitting on a stool at my grandfather's feet, winding a long piece of tape round and round her little finger. She ran to meet me as I came in, and held up her face to be kissed. What if this letter should say she was to leave us, and go back by the steamer! I drew a long breath as my grandfather opened it.
Here she found my grandfather's hat, which she put on her head, and my scarf, which she hung round her neck. Then she marched to the door, and said, 'Tatta, tatta; Timpey go tatta. 'Take her out a bit, Alick, said Mrs. Millar. 'Stop a minute, though; I'll fetch her Polly's hood. So, to her great delight, we dressed her in Polly's hood, and put a warm shawl round her, and I took her out.
The six children were fast asleep in their little beds. I went to look at them once, to see if my little Timpey was all right; she was lying in little Polly's bed, their tiny hands fast clasped together as they slept. The tears came fast into my eyes, as I thought that they both had lost a father, and yet neither of them knew anything of their loss!
At last the clock struck seven. 'I never knew him do such a thing before! said my grandfather, as he rose to go down to the pier once more. Poor Mrs. Millar went out of her house, and followed my grandfather down to the pier. I waited indoors with little Timpey, straining my ears to listen for the sound of their footsteps coming back again.
Millar, for it was almost the first time that the child had spoken. 'She wants me to hold her little hand, I said, 'Timpey's little hand. Timpey must be her name! 'I never heard of such a name, said Mrs. Millar. 'Timpey, did you say? What do they call you, darling? she said to the child. But the little blue eyes were closing wearily, and very soon the child was asleep.
Jesus is the only way there, and my grandfather knew little of, and cared nothing for, Him. Little Timpey became my constant companion, indoors and out of doors. She was rather shy of the little Millars, for they were noisy and rough in their play, but she clung to me, and never wanted to leave me.
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