shment at our small heroine, standing silent there among the deepening shadows in the crisp chilly air.
"Well, dearie, what is it?" she questioned, as the child opened her lips to speak, and said nothing.
"I'm Inna: please may I come in and tell you all about it?" asked the silvery tongue then.
"Yes, of course--that is, if you have anything to tell;" and with this the woman made way for the little girl to pass her, and shut the door.
"This way," she said; and that was to the kitchen.
Such a clean, cheery, comfortable place, with its wood fire filling it with ruddy glow and warmth, which was like a silent welcome.
"Now, who's ill and wants a doctor? Sick folks' messengers shouldn't lag," said the woman, scanning her visitor as they both stood in the firelight glow.
"Oh, nobody is ill; and I only--I mean--I don't know where to begin," was the bewildering answer.
"Well, of course you know what brought you," suggested the other.
"Oh, the train brought