"You are right, my child. You're going back, Charley? Aye? Come then, little one!" He took the youngest child on his arm, where she was willing enough to be carried. "I shouldn't wonder if we found a ginger-bread soldier downstairs. Let's go and look for him!"

"You are right, my child. You're going back, Charley? Aye? Come then, little one!" He took the youngest child on his arm. "I shouldn't wonder if we found a ginger-bread soldier downstairs. Let's go and look for him!"
