ping, drew her shawl close round her, and shivered with cold.
Oliver stirred the fire. Drawing her chair close to it, she sat there for a little time without speaking, but at length she raised her head, and looked round.
"I don't know what comes over me sometimes," said the girl, affecting to busy herself in arranging her dress; "it's this damp, dirty room, I think. Now, Nolly, dear, are you ready?"
"Am I to go with you?" asked Oliver.
"Yes; I have come from Bill," replied the girl. "You are to go with me."
"What for?" said Oliver recoiling.
"What for!" echoed the girl, raising her eyes, and averting them again the moment they encountered the boy's face. "Oh! for no harm."
"I don't believe it," said Oliver, who had watched her closely.
"Have it your own way," rejoined the girl, affecting to laugh. "For no good, then."
