How proudly, when the time came, did she dress Dickie in his new hat and jacket, and sit with him on her knee telling him stories till the time that Meg should be ready.
Presently she came out of her room, and Cherry fancied that her eyes looked rather tearful.
"Well, my girl," said Jem, starting up from his chair, "we're none too soon. It is nice to have you to go along with me once more."
"I'm very thankful," she answered gently, turning towards the door.
Jem took Dickie up in his strong arms, while Cherry followed Meg to the stairs. She linked her arm confidingly in hers, and her golden hair fell over Meg's shoulder as she whispered,
"I know as we don't make up for the little baby, even though we do love you very much indeed, mother-Meg; I wish as I could do anything for you."
"You do a great deal for me, Cherry," said Meg affectionately, "and I'm very thankful that we've got you both. Doesn't Dickie look happy?"
He did indeed, his arms clasped round Jem's neck, his little face leaning on the broad shoulder.
Jem went out at the front door, while Meg tapped at Mrs. Blunt's.
"We're ready," announced the woman, "and it's mighty kind of you to wait for us."