Meg gazed in the upturned face, and then after an instant's hesitation she stooped and kissed it—the soiled little face, upon which Meg was certain was written the name of the King of kings.
CHAPTER V.
A FEW SHIRTS.
OU look tired, mother," said Meg, drawing forward the arm-chair the first time her mother-in-law came to see her after her wedding-day.
"I am," answered Mrs. Seymour, sinking into the seat with a weary sigh.