“Lots of them,” put in Henry.
“But there is one poor woman in Riverdale that I want to tell you about. She is a widow—that means that she hasn’t got any body to take care of her.”
Henry burst out in a hearty laugh, which quite surprised poor Flora; and she wondered what she had said that was so funny.
“Do you suppose we don’t know what a widow is?” asked Henry, who was a city boy, and rather smart. “Besides, a widow isn’t a woman that hasn’t got any one to take care of her.”
“No one but David, I mean,” added Flora, who felt that she had made a mistake.
“Who is David?” said Sarah.
“He is the poor widow’s son; and he is a real nice boy. He sells newspapers and gets money for his poor mother; and she thinks there is not another boy like David in the world.”
“Does she, indeed! What a funny mother she must be, to be sure!” laughed Henry.
“Hush!” said Flora; “there comes my mother, and I don’t want her to know any thing about it yet.”
So they all went to playing with Dolly and the rocking-horse; but Mrs. Lee did not stop but a moment. She only came in to see what the children were about; for they laughed so loud, she was afraid they were doing some mischief.