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The sunset flush was so bright on Little Dorrit's face when she came

thus to the end of her story, that she interposed her hand to shade it 'Had she got to be old?' Maggy asked 'The tiny woman?' 'Ah!' 'I don't know,' said Little Dorrit 'But it would have been just the

say

'Well, I suppose it would though' And sat

staring and ru with her eyes wide open, that at length Little Dorrit,

to entice her frolanced down into the yard, she saw Pancks come in and leer up with the

corner of his eye as he went by 'Who's he, Little Mother?' said Maggy

She had joined her at the

and was leaning on her shoulder 'I see him come in and out often'

'I have heard him called a fortune-teller,' said Little Dorrit 'But I

doubt if he could tell many people even their past or present fortunes'

'Couldn't have told the Princess hers?' said Maggy

Little Dorrit, looking ly down into the dark valley of the prison,

shook her head 'Nor the tiny woy

'No,' said Little Dorrit, with the sunset very bright upon her 'But let

us come away from the '