"I know," continued Timothy, "from Teddy's own dear lips how good and loving you have been to him--"
"Has he told you so--has my dear boy told you so?"
"Over and over again; and he has said that he could never repay you and his father for your goodness to him."
"That came out of his own kind heart, always thinking of others, never of himself."
"It is true, Mrs. Meadows. He said once to me, 'I wish you had a home like mine, and a mother and father like mine.'"
"The dear lad--the dear, dear lad! It makes it all the harder to lose him, all the harder."
"It is hard--but let us go in now. He will be restless."
"Yes, yes, let us go in. You are a good lad, Timothy, and we shall always be glad to see you here. Remember that, my dear."
"I will, Mrs. Meadows, and thank you."
The mother wiped the tears from her eyes, but as fast as she wiped them away they flowed afresh.