dBooks desire

Cover yourself up, and I can do that through the window; it
isn't five feet from the ground." Accordingly he opened the window, and
addressing the little girl, asked her what her name was.
"Effie," she sobbed in answer, "Effie Bingham. I've come to look for
daddie."
"All right, my dear, don't cry so; your daddie is here. Come and let me
lift you in."
Another moment and there appeared through the open window the very
sweetest little face and form that ever a girl of six was blessed with.
For the face was pink and white, and in it were set two beautiful dark
eyes, which, contrasting with the golden hair, made the child a sight
to see. But alas! just now the cheeks were stained with tears, and round
the large dark eyes were rings almost as dark. Nor was this all. The
little dress was hooked awry, on one tiny foot all drenched with dew
there was no boot, and on the yellow curls no hat.
"Oh! daddie, daddie," cried the child, catching sight of him and
struggling to reach her father's arms, "you isn't dead, is you, daddie?"
"No, my love, no," answered her father, kissing her.


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