"Meanwhile, of course, Mr. Marsh will see his family is provided with necessaries?"
"I don't know that he will. Men frequently meet with accidents in the clay pits, but I don't think John interests himself in them individually. Ah, here's Roger!" she exclaimed, as her little son burst into the room.
"Mother, have you heard what's happened to Sarah's husband?" he cried excitedly.
"Yes, my dear," she answered, "I have been to see Sarah and know all about the accident. The Glubbs have been unable to lay aside anything against a rainy day," she continued, again addressing Cousin Becky, "for they have had to contend against sickness; and last winter, owing to the wet season, the men were often unable to work in the clay pits. I do not know how poor Sarah will manage to feed her children or keep a roof above their heads now."
"There is One who will not forget them," Cousin Becky said softly.
"Can't we help them, mother?" Roger asked. Then as Mrs. Trent looked dubious, he proceeded eagerly, "Oh, surely we can do something? I'll go without sugar in my tea and eat bread and butter only for tea without any cake or jam, and then you'll be able to save that out of your house-keeping money, won't you? And I'll give up my pocket-money too."
"That's only twopence a week, Roger," Polly reminded him.
"Still, that would be a little help, wouldn't it?" he asked, appealing to his mother.
"Certainly it would," she replied, "if you desire to help poor Sarah you most certainly shall."
"And I too!" Polly cried eagerly.