"You earn so many pence, Fred, that I'm going to keep half to buy your clothes. Think of that, now!"
Fred looked up at her earnestly.
"Don't you want them, Mrs. Betty?" Which was his chosen name for her.
"I don't want them all," she said, wondering what was coming, for he so seldom spoke except to answer a question.
"Then, if you don't want them, may I keep half for Fwank?"
It was the first time he had named his brother since his own illness.
"Why, child," Betty said tenderly, "Frank wants neither pence nor aught you could buy with them. He has all he wants. He's quite safe and happy."
"Yes, Fwank is dead," the boy said after a pause.
Betty was quite pleased to find that he remembered this.
"Yes, dear, he is. Dear little fellow, he is dead surely, so, you see, he is in heaven now, and those who go there want nothing."