"Happy with the angels in heaven," was the doctor's reply.
"Then I'd not want her back again, to be sorrying here. Little peace she's had, with that misery in her side, for many a day. Why, the lifting of Larry there, was enough to make her all put to it for an hour. Poor fayther, he can't get along with it all: sorra a bit has he tasted to-day, and he cried fit to break his heart when he went away to work this morning; but he said he must go, for he'd niver a sixpence to pay for the burying."
The poor little girl had been so long alone that it seemed to be quite a relief to her to talk to some one who felt for her.
"You'll be a comfort to him, I know," said Rosa, gently.
"I'll lave nothing untiched that I can turn my hand to," answered Judy, earnestly.
The talking, although it was in a low voice, waked Larry, and he began to moan piteously. He put out his hand, touched the cold face near him, and then drew it quickly away. He half-raised his head, but seeing that it was his mother's cheek that had so startled him, he again put forth his hand and patted her gently until he was again asleep.
"And what will poor Larry do when they lay her in the cold ground?" said little Judy, half crying.
"He will soon be comforted," whispered Rosa: "God will take care of you both. It must have been a long time since your mother has been able to sew," she continued, to divert Judy's mind from her trouble.
"Ach! yes. She has not set a stitch for two months gone; and there's Larry, with sorra a bit of clothes but them he has on, savin' this thrifle of a frock that I've been trying to wash for the burying."
As she said this she put her hand on a little faded calico frock that was hanging near the window.