said Mr Lorry
Lucie put her arms around the old man and held him, tears of happiness and sadness running down her face. From a little bag the old man took some golden hair. He looked at it, and then he looked at Lucie's hair.'It is the same. How can it be?' He stared into Lucie's face.'No, no, you are too young, too young.'
Through her tears Lucie tried to explain that she was the daughter he had never seen. The old man still did not understand, but he seemed to like the sound of Lucie's voice and the touch of her warm young hand on his.
said Mr Lorry
Then Lucie said to Mr Lorry, 'I think we should leave Paris at once. Can you arrange it?'
'Yes, of course, ' said Mr Lorry.'But do you think he is able to travel?'
