they　can　help　it；　and　it　was　cruel　to　shut　me　up　alone　without　a　candle；—so　cruel　that　I　think　I　shall　never　forget　it。”

“Nonsense！　And　is　it　that　makes　you　so　miserable？　Are　you　afraid　now　in　daylight？”

“No：　but　night　will　e　again　before　long：　and　besides；—I　am　unhappy；—very　unhappy；　for　other　things。”

“What　other　things？　Can　you　tell　me　some　of　them？”

How　much　I　wished　to　reply　fully　to　this　question！　How　difficult　it　was　to　frame　any　answer！　Children　can　feel；　but　they　cannot　analyse　their　feelings；　and　if　the　analysis　is　partially　effected　in　thought；　they　know　not　how　to　express　the　result　of　the　process　in　words。　Fearful；　however；　of　losing　this　first　and　only　opportunity　of　relieving　my　grief　by　imparting　it；　I；　after　a　disturbed　pause；　contrived　to　frame　a　meagre；　though；　as　far　as　it　went；　true　response。

“For　one　thing；　I　have　no　father　or　mother；　brothers　or　sisters。”

“You　have　a　kind　aunt　and　cousins。”

Again　I　paused；　then　bunglingly　enounced—

“But　John　Reed　knocked　me　down；　and　my　aunt　shut　me　up　in　the　red…　room。”

Mr。　Lloyd　a　second　time　produced　his　snuff…box。

“Don’t　you　think　Gateshead　Hall　a　very　beautiful　house？”　asked　he。　“Are　you　not　very　thankful　to　have　such　a　fine　place　to　live　at？”

“It　is　not　my　house；　sir；　and　Abbot　says　I　have　less　right　to　be　here　than　a　servant。”

“Pooh！　you　can’t　be　silly　enough　to　wish　to　leave　such　a　splendid　place？”

“If　I　had　anywhere　e