"And what did Alfy have?"
"A little horse and cart for his very own."
"Was he pleased?"
"Oh, yes; he walked away with it, and began playing at once; and every time anyone came near, he hugged it tight, and said, 'This is for my own, own self now.'"
"Poor little man," said Mrs. Arundel.
"Mamma always is full of pity," said Ada; "but I do not see why Alfy is poor at all."
Mrs. Arundel did not answer, but stroked Netta's head thoughtfully.
"Dear mamma," said she, looking up and appreciating the soft touch; then turning to Ada, "I know why mamma thinks Alfy 'poor;' and so he is, because he has no mother."
"But Christina makes him as happy as can be in her Orphanage," said Ada.
"Yes," said Mrs. Arundel; "and it is infinitely better than his running wild at the farm; and yet, Ada—"