slender fingers expressing the sympathy which found no utterance in words. "Are you still ill? Shall I take you home to your mother?"
The stare in the small gray eyes grew softer and softer; the corners of the mouth drew down into a pitiful curve, the under lip quivering like a tiny leaf in a strong wind; turning her face down, she sobbed vehemently.
Drawing the poor thin body into a closer embrace, Dido sought to comfort the weeping girl.
Some of the nearest workers hearing those low, heavy sobs, started nervously, and their hands were not as cunning as usual as they covered the boxes, but they dared not go near their unhappy companion or speak the sympathy they felt.
"I'm awfully sorry, Maggie," whispered Dido, "don't cry so; you'll feel better by-and-by."
