“Only this—it’s positively the last—’and, finally, we then that are strong ought to bear the infirmities of the weak, and not to please ourselves.’s Again I would remark, that I believe you’re orthodox?”
The Burtons looked very sober for a moment, when suddenly there came through the air the cry—
“Pa-pa!”
Tom sprang to his feet; Helen looked anxious, and the Burtons smiled quietly at each other. The cry was repeated, and louder, and as Tom opened the door a little figure in white appeared.
MAKING THEM WHAT I WOULD LIKE THEM TO BE
“I can’t get to sleep,” said Budge, shielding his eyes a moment from the light. “I ain’t seen you for so long that I’e got to sit in your lap till some sleep will come to me.”
“Come to auntie, Budge,” said Mrs. Burton. “Poor papa is real tired; you can’t imagine the terrible work he’s been at for an hour.”
“Papa says it rests him to rest me,” said Budge, clasping his father tightly.
The Burtons looked on with quiet amusement, until there arose another cry in the hall of—