She returned home, radiant and impenitent.
"I've been thinking things over," she said on the morning after her return. "And I'll forgive you, mother, for your lack of faith."
"Thank you, my dear," replied the other laconically.
"This once," added Boy firmly. "Now, mind!"
Mrs. Woodburn now gave her daughter Joses's message.
The girl said nothing, but visited the cottage next morning.
She stood in the door, firm and fresh, the colour in her hair, the bloom on her cheeks, and looked at that mass of decaying man upon the bed.
"Are you bad?" she asked, anxious as a child.
"I suppose I'm not very good," he answered.