"Will you stay here, Edward?"
"Yes," replied Edward. He went out of the cottage door, and remained
there while Oswald went to Mr. Heatherstone.
Oswald found him sensible, but in deep distress, as may be imagined.
"The fire is all out, sir," said Oswald.
"I care not for that. My poor, poor child!"
"Your child is safe, sir," replied Oswald.
"Safe, did you say?" cried Mr. Heatherstone, starting up. "Safe!
where'?"
"In my cottage. She has sent me for you."
Mr. Heatherstone rushed out, passed by Edward, who was standing at the
door of the other cottage, and was in his daughter's arms. Oswald came
out to Edward, who then detailed to mm the way in which he had saved
the girl.
"Had it not been for the ill-nature of that woman Phoebe, in sending
me to sleep where there was no straw, they would all have been
burned," observed Edward.
"She gave you an opportunity of rewarding good for evil," observed
Oswald.
"Yes, but I am burned very much in my arm," said Edward. "Have you any
thing that will be good for it?"
"Yes, I think I have: wait a moment."
Oswald went into the cottage and returned with some salve, with which
he dressed Edward's arm, which proved to be very severely burned.
"How grateful the intendant ought to be--and will be, I have no
doubt!" observed Oswald.
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