"I am his teacher, sir."
"His teacher, be you? Seems to me he's a lot of 'em. One teacher stayed with him last night. How many has he got, among you?"
"Only two—" said Faith, rejoicing that she was one. "I am his Sunday school teacher."
"Well what's your name, now?"
"Faith Derrick."
"That's who you be!" said Mr. Fax in surprise. "Don't say! Well Johnny's got into good hands, aint he? How's he gettin' along?"
Faith's eye went down to the little boy, and her hand passed slowly and tenderly over his hair; she was at a loss how to answer, and Reuben spoke for her.
"He's been sleeping a good deal this morning."
The father stooped towards the child, but his look went from him to
Faith, with a mixture of curiosity and uneasiness as he spoke.
"Sleepin', is he?—Then I guess he's gettin' along first-rate—aint he?"