“You’ll see,” said Harry bluntly, as he opened the door to go.
She did. He was better than his word, for he seemed to have shaken off all his boyishness from that terrible day. He not only attended to his studies, but he became her aid and assistant on all occasions, and his example as well as his influence made the little school far different from what it had been. Before spring, Miss Grey had become so attached to her scholars and the little town that she had no wish to leave them. She, however, learned to see in time the coming of a storm and she provided herself with the means of getting help, so that she was never again made prisoner with a roomful of children by a blizzard.
“Mamma,” said Kristy, after a few moments’ silence, “why did you never tell me anything about that Bessie before?”
Mamma smiled. “I didn’t want to tell you everything at once; I wanted to save some till you were a little older.”
“I guess there’s another reason, too,” said Kristy, looking very wise; “I guess they are about some one I know.” Mamma smiled again, but said nothing for a moment till Kristy began again.
“Tell me another.”
“Well; let me see,” said Mrs. Crawford. “I don’t think of anything else interesting that happened to Bessie while she was in the city, and soon after the affair of the dead kitten she went home. But I remember another thing that happened about that time which I will tell you after lunch.”
“Oh, tell it now!” demanded Kristy, looking at the clock which pointed to ten minutes after twelve.
“Well; perhaps there is time,” said her mother.