And so, laughing, the children saw Comfort’s money-box bulge again to its original size.
“That ar’s only my last five months’ wages. Mrs. Brooks paid me yesterday,” said the old woman, proudly, as she tied the stocking together with a piece of yellow, time-stained tape. “I’ve got three hundred jes’ like ’em in a bank in the city; and when with a little extry t’ilin’ and savin’, I git in all, three hundred and fifty, my neffy will never be a slave no more!”
Here the kind voice of Mrs. Brooks was heard calling the children into the sitting-room.
“Good-night, Comfort,” said Martin; “I wish I had thirty dollars; yet I do not envy you yours, one bit,—no, not one bit!”
“Yes,” added Nell, rising to go, “and I don’t envy either, but I wouldn’t mind owning another stocking just like that. And, Comfort, I am going to ask mother to let me set all the eggs of my white bantam hen, early in the spring; and I’ll sell the chickens and give you the money to help buy your neffy.”
[CHAPTER IV.]
“LET’S MAKE FRIENDS!”
The beams of the afternoon sun streamed gayly through the windows of Miss Harrow’s school-room, and fell, like a crown of light, on the head of the young teacher, as she sat at her desk making copies for her pupils. It was writing afternoon, and on this particular occasion, that which was considered a high reward was to be given to the most diligent child.
Whoever showed the greatest interest, neatness and industry, was to be allowed to remain for a few hours after the closing of the school, in order to make a wreath of evergreen to decorate a certain picture in Miss Elinor’s apartment. The Christmas holidays were near, and the little school-room had already received, at the willing hands of the children, a thorough dressing with laurel, pine, and hemlock-boughs. It had been for a week past the great delight of the pupils to weave, after school-hours, festoons for the whitewashed walls, and garlands for Miss Milly’s desk.
Many were the regrets that the work was now almost over.