"That's a likely story, if Jane sent it," said Rachel glancing at it, and then looking up suspiciously at Geoffrey.
"No one sent it," interposed Geoffrey. "We had them for dinner to-day, and I thought you'd like one as they were so good. I'm Geoffrey Fortescue, and I heard of you from Mrs. Green."
Rachel looked back again at the fire, muttering to herself, and Geoffrey looked round the room, and thought how bare it was, and how lonely Rachel looked.
"Haven't you any money to get things with?" he asked.
"Money ain't for such as me: the big folk that don't need it, they have the money. This world's comforts ain't for me."
"There's Heaven for you," said Geoffrey.
Rachel darted a quick look at the boy, and as she saw the earnest young face looking at her so pitifully, the expression on her own face softened, and she shook her head.
"I take it Heaven is a long way off," she said sadly.
"It doesn't seem so very far," answered Geoff, "Mother is there, and I sometimes feel she's quite close."
"Heaven ain't meant for such as me," muttered Rachel, cowering closer to the fire.