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Davis was tired, and stayed behind with little Timpey and me. 'This is a strong house, my lad, he said, when the others had gone. 'Yes, sir, I said, 'it ought to be strong; the wind is fearful here sometimes. 'What sort of a foundation has it? said the old man, tapping the floor with his stick.
She seemed quite at home now and very happy. My grandfather was still asleep, so I did not wake him. Mrs. Millar brought in some broth she had made for the child, and we dined together. I wanted to feed her, as I had done the night before, but she said, 'Timpey have 'poon, please! and took the spoon from me, and fed herself so prettily, I could not help watching her.
Then she sat down with her little darling on her knee, stroking her tiny hands and talking to her, and looking, oh, so anxiously, to see if the child remembered her. At first, Timpey looked a little shy, and hung down her head, and would not look in her mother's face. But this was only for a minute. As soon as her mother spoke to her she evidently remembered her voice, and when Mrs.
'On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand, All other ground is sinking sand. And I believe that my grandfather kept his word. It was a cold, cheerless morning; the wind was blowing, and the rain was beating against the windows. It was far too wet and stormy for little Timpey to be out, so she and I had a game of ball together in the kitchen, whilst my father and grandfather went down to the pier.
'Let me look at her, said the old man, arranging his spectacles. But Timpey was frightened, and clung to me, and began to cry. 'Never mind, never mind, said the old gentleman kindly; 'we'll make friends with one another by-and-by. By this time we had reached the house, and the middle-aged gentleman introduced himself as Mr.
The child looked earnestly at me; she evidently had not quite forgotten the name. She opened her blue eyes wider than usual, and looked very thoughtful for a minute or two. Then she nodded her head very wisely, and said, 'Dear mother coming to see Timpey? 'Bless her! said the old gentleman, stroking her fair little head; 'she seems to know all about it.
There was not much written on it, only two lines of a hymn: 'On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand, All other ground is sinking sand. I walked slowly up to the house thinking. My grandfather was out with Jem Millar, so I did not show him the paper then, but I read the lines many times over as I was playing with little Timpey, and I wondered very much what they meant.
Timpey was running by my side, her little hand in mine, and I could not bear to think how dull we should be when she was gone. 'Why, it's surely Mr. Davis, said my grandfather, as he rose to meet the old gentleman. 'Yes, said he, 'it is Mr. Davis; and I suppose you can guess what I've come for. 'Not to take our little sunbeam, sir, said my grandfather, taking Timpey in his arms.
I don't want any of their rewards, Alick, not I! That's reward enough for me, he said, as he lifted up the child to kiss his wrinkled forehead. The next Monday morning Timpey and I went down together to the pier, to await the arrival of the steamer. She had brought a doll with her, which Mrs. Millar had given her, and of which she was very proud.
Timpey could not walk very fast, and she kept running first to one side and then to another, to gather flowers or pick up stones, to I took her in my arms and carried her. 'Is that your little sister? asked the old gentleman. 'No, sir, I said; 'this is the little girl who was on board the Victory! 'Dear me! dear me! said both gentlemen at once.
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