"'All right,' she says. 'And I'll mind those precious babies of yours, and do the work as well; for I'm right down sorry for 'em up-stairs, that I am.'
"So we cut it out, and she was set-to with her needle afore I come up to you. When I got down again at twelve o'clock, after you'd finished with me, she'd done more than half of it, that she had!"
Mrs. Blunt was out of breath, so Cherry unfolded the little nightgown and showed it to Dickie, who, however, only smiled gratefully, but did not venture more than a peep with his poor little inflamed eyes.
Mrs. Seymour was so pleased at the thoughtful kindness that she could not say much.
"Don't think as I grudged him the other!" said Mrs. Blunt; "but I thought as you'd feel it nicer for him to have one of his own."
"I'm sure Meg will take it very kind of you," said Mrs. Seymour, gratefully.
"Kind!" echoed Mrs. Blunt. "Nothin' as I could do for her would be kind, after all she has done for me. Why, my dear, I'm a new woman!"
Mrs. Seymour was too surprised to answer, and Mrs. Blunt went on earnestly:
"'Tisn't only as I have a tidy dress now, and a clean room, and better food, but 'tis the inside of me as is different. Instead of frettin' over the little money I've got, she's taught me to make the most of it; and instead of being cross, and tired, and miserable, she's taught me as there is One above as cares for me, and will bear my burdens and lighten 'em, and comfort and cheer me into the bargain. There! if ye don't think that's enough to make a body grateful, I don't know what is."
"Is that mo'ver-Meg," asked Dickie, "as you're talkin' on?"