As soon as Frank was better, Janet went to see him every day. She made an excellent little nurse, and the two had great fun over the screen, inventing stories to suit the pictures.
Janet now felt the sweet satisfaction of doing good. “Mamma,” said she, “when I hear the hymn, ‘A charge to keep I have,’ it reminds me of Frank. He’s my charge.”
JANET AND FRANK.
GOING TO MEET PAPA.
Nurse was sick, so mamma had to take care of Baby Belle. They walked down the shady lane to meet papa, and Nipo, Baby Belle’s little dog, given her by her papa on her first birthday, trotted on behind. Baby had on the lace cap that Aunt Fanny had sent her all the way from New York, and looked sweet enough to eat.
“Putty fowers,” said she, spying the daisies and butter-cups.
“Does Baby want some for papa?” asked mamma.
“Ess, and butty-tups too.”