A Little Princess
It was Janet who answered.
"It is because, though she is not exactly a fairy, she will be so rich when she is found that
she will be like a princess in a fairy tale. We called her the fairy princess at first, but it
didn't quite suit."
"Is it true," said Nora, "that her papa gave all his money to a friend to put in a mine that
had diamonds in it, and then the friend thought he had lost it all and ran away because he
felt as if he was a robber?"
"But he wasn't really, you know," put in Janet, hastily.
The Indian gentleman took hold of her hand quickly.
"No, he wasn't really," he said.
"I am sorry for the friend," Janet said; "I can't help it. He didn't mean to do it, and it
would break his heart. I am sure it would break his heart."
"You are an understanding little woman, Janet," the Indian gentleman said, and he held
her hand close.
"Did you tell Mr. Carrisford," Donald shouted again, "about the little-girl-who-isn't-a-
beggar? Did you tell him she has new nice clothes? P'r'aps she's been found by somebody
when she was lost."
"There's a cab!" exclaimed Janet. "It's stopping before the door. It is papa!"
They all ran to the windows to look out.
"Yes, it's papa," Donald proclaimed. "But there is no little girl."
All three of them incontinently fled from the room and tumbled into the hall. It was in
this way they always welcomed their father. They were to be heard jumping up and
down, clapping their hands, and being caught up and kissed.
Mr. Carrisford made an effort to rise and sank back again.
"It is no use," he said. "What a wreck I am!"
Mr. Carmichael's voice approached the door.
"No, children," he was saying; "you may come in after I have talked to Mr. Carrisford.
Go and play with Ram Dass."
Then the door opened and he came in. He looked rosier than ever, and brought an
atmosphere of freshness and health with him; but his eyes were disappointed and anxious
as they met the invalid's look of eager question even as they grasped each other's hands.