"I be all right, 'tis dad that I keeps thinkin' of. Since you learned me about prayin' to God, it don't seem half so lonesome, as I tells Him everythink, and I feels He'll manage things fur me!"
The ten minutes came to an end too soon.
Christina pressed into Susy's hand a story book, two oranges and a piece of cake.
"I have no money to give you, because I spent all I had on Miss Bertha's present; but you won't starve, Susy, will you?"
"'Tisn't money troubles me," said Susy wistfully; "'tis poor dad. I does want 'im to get well and be a good man. And I've got my box with all my bits to make a 'ouse nice, and we shan't never have a 'ouse if dad don't get no better!"
The children parted, and Christina was now anxious to get home to tell Miss Bertha all about her little friend.
Dawn appeared at the station to see them off.
"We're coming down at Easter, and then we'll have a ripping time!" he informed them. "You ought to have come to London before; we haven't had time to do half what we could have done!"
"I wonder that child is allowed to go about alone so," said Mrs. Maclahan to her husband, as the train moved off, and Dawn stood on the platform waving his cap and looking the picture of health and beauty. "I hold with boys being independent, but he seems to go everywhere, and do exactly as he likes!"
"Yes," said Puggy; "his father is an awfully sensible chap. And Dawn says he can't stand not being free, he would die right off, and I believe he would!"