“Dear Jack! How I do wish he could be brought home, so that I could take care of him myself! There is no nurse like a mother. The poor fellow says he wants some more shirts sent him, but I haven’t another to send him, nor any thing to make him one with. Ah, my children, poverty is not a pleasant heritage; but never mind; life is short, and I and my poor Jack will have mansions, robes, and riches in the better land. May you, my children, be blessed with such treasures both here and hereafter!”
After Guy had “looked to the cow,” in the hovel which answered for a barn, he and his sister took their leave of the widow.
Jessie walked quietly home, looking very grave, and scarcely speaking a word by the way. Once she turned to Guy and asked:
“About my size,” replied Guy.
Jessie had a big thought in her head—I mean a big thought for a little girl. If you wish to know what it was, you must consult the next chapter.