"Father," said Jim, presently, "I have sixpence—or rather, mother is keeping it for me. I won it for coming in second in a race yesterday. Guess what I'm going to do with it!"
The father shook his head, smiling as he met the boy's eager glance.
"I'm going to put it towards buying that picture of the Good Shepherd for our Molly. Isn't it a splendid idea?"
"Well done, Jim; and I'll give you the rest of the money on Saturday."
"Oh, father, do you mean it? Oh, thank you, thank you!"
"Of course I mean it. I intended to give Molly the picture anyway."
"How pleased the child will be!" Mrs. Lethbridge exclaimed. "I wonder where she'll hang it."
"She is not up yet, I suppose?" the father enquired.
"No; I expect she's very tired. You should have seen her running about and playing with the other children, yesterday! It did my heart good to watch her! She did have a good time, and no mistake!"
Molly slept on till nearly eight o'clock, and when she came down, found her father fast asleep in their one easy-chair. Her mother motioned to her not to disturb him, so she took her breakfast in silence.