. In happy far-away land . s palace stood to have been found and taken there. Soon all the country-side was aroused and search- ing for the lost Lucy Locket for miles about. Mr. Fisher drove away in his farm wagon to join in the search, and Kitty begged so hard to be allowedto go with him, that her father let hersit on the seat beside him, and holdthe lantern. On and on they went, and still notrace of Lucy. Mr. Fisher was begin-ning to fear that she would not befound that night, and his heart achedat thought of her so far from home,when suddenly Kitty lifted the lanternand cried : O Father, I
. In happy far-away land . s palace stood to have been found and taken there. Soon all the country-side was aroused and search- ing for the lost Lucy Locket for miles about. Mr. Fisher drove away in his farm wagon to join in the search, and Kitty begged so hard to be allowedto go with him, that her father let hersit on the seat beside him, and holdthe lantern. On and on they went, and still notrace of Lucy. Mr. Fisher was begin-ning to fear that she would not befound that night, and his heart achedat thought of her so far from home,when suddenly Kitty lifted the lanternand cried : O Father, I see something overthere just at the turn of the lane! Itlooks like Lucys pocket. Mr. Fisher sprang down andthere, to be sure, was Lucys pocket,lying just a few feet beyond the begin-ning of the lane. They knew thenthat Lucy must have gone that way,and Mr. Fisher turned to drive downthe lane. He had driven but a little way when he heard a wagon with a light driving toward him, and as it came nearer he could hear a man in it. Simple Simon met a pie-man doing to the Simple Simon to the pie-man, Let me taste your ware. Said the pie-man to Simple Simon Show me first your Simple Simon to the pie-man, Indeed, I havent any. 70 LUCY LOCKET The last words were scarcely out of his mouth when Mr. Fisher saw alittle girl sitting beside the singer, and the little fnrl no sooner caught si^ht <J O O of Mr. Fisher than she sprang down from her seat and ran to him. O Father ! Father ! she cried. For it was Lucy Locket, and before the baker had half finished tellinghow he had found her asleep in the lane, and how he w^as on his way to takeher to the police-station, Avhere her father might find her, she had climbedinto her fathers wagon, and was holding him so tightly with her little arms,that it seemed as if she never meant to let him go again. You may know what joy there was at the Fisher farm when Lucy wasbrought home, and you may know, too, what a lesson her days experi
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