"Poor little mite!" exclaimed Ellen. "And so the poor mother is dead, ma'am?"
"Yes," said Christina; "but she died trusting in Christ; what a mercy that was."
"Yes, indeed," answered Ellen, going off to fetch Margaret, whose motherly arms soon held the baby. "We ought to have a fire for it," she said to Christina, "if you will allow it, ma'am."
"Oh, certainly! But I cannot think what we shall do for clothes."
"Mamma sent a message about that," said Walter, "and a parcel."
"Just like her," answered Christina; "and what was the message?"
"That she would lend you whatever you wanted more than these, till you had time to get some made. Nellie has already begun to cut out several little garments; and Netta and Isabel had on their thimbles when I came away."
"What dear little girls they are," said Christina; "we shall all have to be busy. Did you hear its name, Walter?"
"Yes; she told my father it was Alice Forbes."
"A pretty name," said Christina.