Various, The King's Daughter and Other Stories for Girls
“ It was Bessie Lane. One June day, on her way to school, a sudden dash of rain had driven the child there for shelter. And ever since, the happy little girl, with flaxen hair and clear eyes, would go to the forsaken old house to chat with Aunt Ruth. As that springing step was heard, and the latch lifted, there would come a gleam of brightness to the faded eyes, and a smile to the thin mouth.The child found ready entrance to the lonely heart; children will, you know, they are so "queer," as wise old heads sometimes affirm."What in the world makes you visit that old hermit?" ”
