Just as Alfred’s papa had finished saying these words they reached the gate of the house where they were to breakfast. It belonged to a friend of Mr. Penrose, who wished to see him on some business; and Mr. Penrose had chosen the early part of the day for the visit, because he was generally much engaged at other times.
Alfred saw that the gentleman looked very serious; and that no lady sat down to the breakfast-table with them. There were two children; a little boy about the age of Alfred, and a sister who was older. The little boy’s name was William. He looked pale and sad; and Alfred could not help feeling sorry for him.
After they had finished eating breakfast, William’s papa told him that he might take Alfred out into the garden, to walk. Rosa also went with them, and seemed very cheerful and kind; and showed Alfred her rabbits, and her birds and flowers. She said,
“William used to love these, and helped me to take care of them once; but he does not care anything about them now.”
When Rosa said this, Alfred saw the tears come into William’s eyes, and he wished Rosa had not spoken so.
William said,
“I did love them when mamma was here, Rosa; but now everything makes me feel sorry.”
Then Rosa turned red, and went into the house; and William cried very much, as Alfred stood by him. Alfred said,
“Has your mamma gone away from you?”
“Yes,” said little William, “my mamma died two weeks ago. I know she has gone to heaven; but I miss her very much. Nobody loves me as she did.”