Read "The Children's Pilgrimage" by L.T. Meade online for free on Textopian. Full text with search, annotations, highlights, and AI-powered reading aids.
It was neither at the fainting mother nor at Joe that Cecile now looked. With eyes opening wide with astonishment and hope, she ran forward, caught Miss Smith's two hands in her own, and exclaimed in a voice rendered unsteady with agitation:
"Oh! have you got my purse? Is Lovedy's Russia-leather purse quite, quite safe?"