"Why?" she asked gravely.
"'Cause," answered Cherry in a low voice, "I've never forgot what mother taught me. She said as I belonged to Jesus. When I thought of that—"
"Well?" asked Mrs. Seymour gently.
"I tried to please Him," said Cherry, hiding her face in the pillow.
Mrs. Seymour bent over her.
"Forgive me, little Cherry; I was so afraid—but now I'm not. Look up, dear, and give me a kiss."
Cherry put her arms round her neck without a word; and then Mrs. Seymour asked her if she would not like some breakfast soon?
Cherry's eyes brightened. "Oh, ma'am," she said, "I've not had anything but a crust for so long that I gave up callin' it breakfast."
"Well, child, when you have made yourself a bit tidy you come down as quiet as you can, and see what I'm about. There's Jem's teapot on the hob for you, and some nice bread and butter. Dickie's fast asleep now, and I must go back to them."
She went to seek Jem, who was not in the front room. She came to the open door, and saw him standing looking intently into the cradle. He turned hastily when he saw his mother, and signed to her to go into the other room, whither he followed quickly.