"You're welcome, my dear; and I've had one of the happiest days I ever spent—that I have."
When she was gone Cherry suddenly turned to Meg.
"Oh, how selfish I've been! I never thought about Dickie's frock; shall you be able to take him to-morrow in his old one?"
"Yes," answered Meg, "it was impossible to do both; and his jacket will cover up the dear little old frock."
"I wish I'd thought of it," said Cherry, sorrowfully.
But Meg assured her, that even if she had it would have made no difference.
"So be happy, dear," she said, "and enjoy the nice new frock which God has given you."
Cherry kissed her and wished her good night, and then went up-stairs to see if Mrs. Seymour should want her to do anything before she went to bed.
"My!" exclaimed Miss Hobson, when she stood in the doorway, with her golden hair falling over her shoulders. "My! you do look nice so, Cherry."
Cherry laughed. "Mother-Meg wishes me to wear my hair like this," answered Cherry, "and mother used to like it when she were alive. Only I couldn't, ye know, when I'd got no soap, nor brush, nor nothing."