"She does me good, too," said Bernard. "That's why I love her."
"Ah, he's one of the right sort!" exclaimed Mrs. Austin to Doris.
"Yes, I think so," said Doris, laughing merrily.
Mrs. Austin looked wonderingly at her.
"I never heard you laugh like that before, Miss Anderson," she exclaimed.
Presently the widow's two visitors sat at tea in the little parlour.
"And how are you getting on, Mrs. Austin?" asked Doris, presently. "You say so little about yourself."
"Well, miss, this is such a joyful occasion I don't like to spoil it----"
"Oh, then, I'm afraid you are not doing well?" said Doris, sympathisingly.
Tears came into the widow's eyes; but she dashed them off with a corner of her apron, and tried to smile, as she answered, "I have a lodger in my front rooms, and a young shop-girl rents my attic; but--but----" and she broke down, weeping bitterly.