Miss Mary paused, then added softly, “What she has become, Dick may become.”
When Mrs Jenks, and Flo, and Scamp came home that morning, Flo, who after all that had happened felt sure that nothing ever could surprise her again, still could not help, when she entered the neat little room—her real home now—starting back and folding her hands in mute astonishment. The rough-looking, untidy mattress was gone, and in its place stood a tiny, bright-looking iron bedstead, on which the smallest of snowy beds was made up.
Over the bedstead, pinned against the wall, was a card with these words printed on it—
“GOD’S GIFT TO FLO.”
Chapter Sixteen.
Bright Days.
And now began a happy time in a hitherto very dark little life.
All her cares, her anxieties for Dick even, swept away, Flo had stept into a state of existence that to her was one of luxury.