mit, and he almost whispered. Bunny, who was looking at him, was sure he saw tears in the old man's eyes. Or was it a drop of rain? For there were clouds in the sky now, and it seemed as if it was going to storm.
The old man looked around. He saw a flat stump not far away, and up on this he lifted Sue.
"Now you can get up on my back from there," he said, "and I will carry you so you won't be tired any more, little girl."
"That's good," murmured Sue, rather sleepily, as she cuddled her head down on the hermit's shoulder. "You know how to make a nice piggy-back," she went on. Did you ever ride your little girl this way?"
"Yes," said the old man. "Once I had a little girl, just like you, and I used to ride her this way."
"Where is your little girl?" Sue asked.
"She is up—there," and the old man pointed to the sky. This time Bunny was sure the hermit had tears in his eyes. But, a little later Bunny was not quite sure, for he felt a drop of something wet on his own cheek.
