“No, I think not,” answered young Randolph, “at least none that I know of.”
“What would she have done, poor woman, but for your kindness?”
“I do not like to think about it,” replied Herbert with a shudder.
“I think I know of a good woman who would go down and take care of Mrs. Flannery while she is sick,” said Mr. Goldwin. “She certainly needs good nursing for the present.”
“I wish such a woman could be had,” said Herbert, “for both Bob and myself are anxious to get to work.”
CHAPTER XXX.
IN A NEW HOME.
Three weeks after the funeral Mrs. Flannery had sufficiently recovered her strength so that she could safely be moved from the rooms she had occupied so long. Ray Goldwin had done much towards bringing about this satisfactory result by her frequent visits and cheerful manner—always saying and doing the right thing with admirable tact. She became much interested in the childless woman whose heart still bled unceasingly for her “poor Tom, poor Tom,” as she murmured often to herself.