Yes, I knew her in a minute, for she wore the same brown hat, and the rosy face was sparkling with fun, as she told secrets with a chosen friend, while eating a wholesome slice of bread-and-butter as only a hungry school-girl could. She did not recognize me, but I took a good look at her as I went by, longing to know what the particular secret was that ended in such a gale of laughter. After that, I often saw my girl as I took my walks abroad, and one day could not resist speaking to her when I met her alone; for usually her mates clustered round her like bees about their queen, which pleased me, since it showed how much they loved the sunshiny child. I had a paper of grapes in my hand, and when I saw her coming, whisked out a handsome bunch, all ready to offer, for I had made up my mind to speak this time. She was reading a paper, but looked up to give me the inside of the walk. Before her eyes could fall again, I held out the grapes and said, just as I had heard her say more than once to a schoolmate at lunch-time, "Let's go halves." She understood at once, laughed, and took the bunch, saying with twinkling eyes,-- "Oh, thank you! they are beauties!" Then, as we went on to the corner together, I told her why I did it, and recalled the car-ride. "I'd forgotten all about that, but my conductor is very kind, and always waits for me," she said, evidently surprised that a stranger should take an interest in her small self. I did not have half time enough with her, for a bell rang, and away she skipped, looking back to nod and smile at the queer lady who had taken a fancy to her. A few days afterward a fine nosegay of flowers was left at the door for me, and when I asked the servant who sent them he answered,-- "A little girl asked if a lame lady didn't live here, and when I said yes, she told me to give you these, and say the grapes were very nice." I knew at once who it was, and enjoyed the funny message immensely; for when one leads a quiet life, little things interest and amuse. Christmas was close by, and I planned a return for the flowers, of a sort, that I fancied my young friend would appreciate. I knew that Christmas week would be a holiday, so, the day before it began, I went to the school just before recess, and left a frosted plum cake, directed to "Miss Goldilocks, from she knows who." At first I did not know how to address my nice white parcel, for I never had heard the child's name. But after thinking over the matter, I remembered that she was the only girl there with yellow curls hanging down her back, so I decided to risk the cake with the above direction. The maid who took it in (for my girl went to a private school) smiled, and said at once she knew who I meant. I left my cake, and strolled round the corner to the house of a friend, there to wait and watch for the success of my joke, for the girls always went that way at recess.