They're all done by one hand; a little hand
it is, not so old as yours, but a very clever one.'
While I thus stood, leaning on my gun, and looking up at the dark gables, sunk in an idle reverie, weaving a tissue of wayward fancies, in which old associations and the fair young hermit, now within those walls, bore a nearly equal part, I heard a slight rustling and scrambling just within the garden; and, glancing in the direction whence the sound proceeded, I beheld a tiny hand elevated above the wall: it clung to the topmost stone, and then another little hand
was raised to take a firmer hold, and then appeared a small white forehead, surmounted with wreaths of light brown hair, with a pair of deep blue eyes beneath, and the upper portion of a diminutive ivory nose.
The child rose, and pointed her little hand
to the sky; the glow of evening lit her golden hair and flushed cheek with a kind of unearthly radiance, and her eyes were bent earnestly on the skies.
So are there some vain persons, that whatsoever goeth alone, or moveth upon greater means, if they have never so little hand
in it, they think it is they that carry it.
Now Umslopogaas stooped his shattered head, and kissed the Lily's little hand
, then he held it in his own, and so they sat till the end --he without, resting his back against the rock, she within, lying on her side, her arm stretched through the little hole.
As he stepped forward to help the lady out of the carriage, Stubble saw what a pretty little hand
she gave him, and what a sweet pretty little foot came tripping down the step.
His mother had several times taken his hand from it, but the fat little hand
went back to the button again.
and did you scratch, and pinch, and struggle, pretty mistress?' he cried, as he grasped a little hand
that sought in vain to free itself from his grip: 'you, so bright-eyed, and cherry-lipped, and daintily made?
At once the little hand
was patting about all over my shoulder without fear.
Its radiant face looked down smiling on me; it beckoned with its little hand
, and floated on again, leading me as the Star led the Eastern sages in the olden time.
But I looked so serious, that Dora left off shaking her curls, and laid her trembling little hand
upon my shoulder, and first looked scared and anxious, then began to cry.
The poor child shrank against me and I felt her two little hands
fold tightly over my arm.