"Dear, jest do this—so fill your heart with sweetness that there won't be room for the memory of any wrong."
Mrs. Carrington reached up her hands and drew the kindly old face to hers and kissed the lips; and the tears that had been in her eyes rolled unheeded down her cheeks.
"Oh, Miss Doane, you are so good! I love you. We are going to begin all over again."
"That's right, dear. Go to lookin' for the lost heart's desire and if you look in the right place you'll find it."
As Drusilla was standing by the chair James entered, and, seeing Mrs. Carrington, started to leave the room. Drusilla turned.
"What is it, James?"
"It's no moment now, Miss Doane, the matter can wait."
"Well, but what is it? Does some one want to see me?"
"Yes; the laundry man. I took the liberty of telling him that you might see him—"
"Is he in trouble, James?"