“I shall try to be brave so that you can find Lisle, Humphrey Trail,” she answered, and, putting her hand in his broad hard one, mounted the rickety staircase with him. Humphrey opened the door on the first landing and called “Vivi.” A voice answered eagerly: “Yes, yes!” Humphrey came into the room with Rosanne’s hand in his. He closed the door and walked with Rosanne over to the window where Vivi was standing with Minuit in her arms. The two girls stared at each other. Vivi looked the longest, but it was not because she was any more surprised than Rosanne; it was only because Rosanne had been taught that it was not right to show one’s surprise too much, or to stare too openly at any one. “Who is that?” Vivi asked, pointing at Rosanne over the dark curve of Minuit’s lean body. Before he could answer Rosanne looked up at Humphrey and exclaimed: “She’s a little like Marie Josephine! It’s odd, but she is!” When Rosanne said this Humphrey felt a sudden great relief. Little Vivi would help him. He had not thought of that before. The two girls would help each other, each in her own way, lonely Vivi and lonely Rosanne, and in his big heart Humphrey vowed that he would take care of both of them. “This is a new friend for you and Minuit, Vivi,” he answered. “She is cold and tired and she is lonely, too. Sit close by her here on the cot while I make up the fire. You should not have let it go out for I left you plenty of wood!” Vivi and Rosanne sat down on the cot, glancing shyly at each other. Minuit sat on Vivi’s knee and looked distrustfully at Rosanne, who stroked his bony back timidly. Humphrey went over to the rude fireplace, and after some puffing of his fat cheeks, and shoving of paper here and there, started a good blaze. When the wood was burning nicely he put a very small shovelful of coal on top of it. Then he came back and spoke to the two children on the cot. “Listen well to what I say, please, tha in particular, Miss Rosanne, as, perhaps, I’d best be calling tha. Vivi does not understand much that I say. I am going abroad now for food. I may be back within a half hour. Th’art to bolt the door after me when I go, and th’art not to let any one in but me. Tha will know me because I’ll say 'Buns’ very loud outside the door. Tell Vivi what I have said to thee. Tell her she must na open to any one!” Rosanne promised. “I’ll not let any one in who does not say 'Buns,’” she assured him, and again, to his relief, he saw that she was smiling. He went out and waited on the top stair until he heard the bolt turn.