"Is it possible," whispered my guardian as we put a chair for the little creature and got her to sit down with her load, the boy keeping close to her, holding to her apron, "that this child works for the rest? Look at this! For God's sake, look at this!"
It was a thing to look at. The three children close together, and two of them relying solely on the third, and the third so young and yet with an air of age and steadiness that sat so strangely on the childish figure.
"Charley, Charley!" said my guardian. "How old are you?"
"Over thirteen, sir," replied the child.

"Is it possible," whispered my guardian as we put a chair for the little creature to sit on, "that this child works for the rest? Look at this! For God's sake, look at this!"
It was a thing to look at. The three children together, and two of them relying solely on the third, who was so young and yet with such an air of age and steadiness.
"Charley!" said my guardian. "How old are you?"
"Over thirteen, sir," replied the child.
