Dickie pondered.
"Did that make yer cry, mo'ver-Meg?"
"Yes, dear; but I shan't cry any more," at which words Meg burst into such weeping that Dickie was frightened, and Mrs. Seymour came in from the other room.
She was going to take the babe, but Meg put out her hand beseechingly. "One moment, dear mother," she said.
Mrs. Seymour waited while Meg pressed one long kiss on the little face, and then she allowed her mother to bear her child away from her sight.
Meanwhile Dickie with clinging arms was trying to comfort her in his tender little way, and Meg turned round and yielded herself to his caresses.
"Is the home Jesus 'as taken him to better than this?" he asked in his gentlest tones.
"Oh, yes!" said Meg, drying her eyes, and trying to stop her tears.
"Then why do yer mind, mo'ver-Meg?"
"Because he's gone away from me, Dickie. But I shan't be sorry soon."