Mr. Linden bent down over the child, laying cheek to cheek softly and silently, until Johnny rousing up a little held up his lips to be kissed,—and he did not raise his head then.
"Have you been asleep, Johnny?" he said.
"I don't know," the child said dreamily.
"Has Miss Faith taken care of you ever since I went?"
"Yes," Johnny said, with a little faint smile—"and we've had talk."
"I wish I had been here to hear it," said Mr. Linden. "What was it about?—all sorts of sweet things?"
"Yes," Johnny said again, his face brightening—"out of the Bible."
"Well they are the sweetest things I know of," said Mr. Linden. "Now if you will come on my lap, I am sure Miss Faith will get you something to eat—she can do it a great deal better than I can."
Faith had soon done that, and brought the cup to Johnny, of something that he liked, and fed him as she had done at noon. It seemed to refresh him, for he fell into a quieter sleep than he had had for some time, and was oftly laid on the bed.
"Now dear Faith," Mr. Linden said coming back to her, "it is time for you to go home and rest."