"Anna Lynn. Is it true?"
"William, I fear it may be. Don't grieve, child! don't grieve!"
William had laid his head down upon the table, the sobs breaking forth. His poor mother left her seat, and bent her head down beside him, sobbing also.
"William, for my sake don't grieve!" she whispered. "God alone knows what is good. He would not take her unless it were for the best."
CHAPTER VII.
THE END.
April passed. May was passing; and the end of Jane Halliburton was at hand. There was no secret now about her state; but she was going away very peacefully.
In this month, May, there occurred another vacancy in the choir of the cathedral. Little Gar—but he was growing too big now to be called Little Gar—proved to be the successful candidate; so that both boys were now in the choir.
"It will be such a help to me, learning to chant, should I ever try for a minor canonry," boasted Gar, who never tired of telling them that he meant to be a clergyman.