"Don't you want to go upstairs and see Morris' mother? She was excited a little, and I promised her that she should not come down-stairs to-night."
"But I don't know her," said Marjorie rising.
"I think you do. And she knows you. She has come here to learn how good
God is, and I want you to help me show it to her."
"I don't know how."
"Be your sweet, bright self, and sing all over the house all the comforting hymns you know."
"Will she like that?"
"She likes nothing so well. I sung her to sleep last night."
"I wish mother could talk to her."
"Marjorie! you have said it. Your mother is the one. I will send her to your mother in the spring. Morris and I will pay her board, and she shall keep close to your happy mother as long as they are both willing."
"Will Morris let you help pay her board?"