OU may put on your coat now, Hugh, and take these things to Mrs. Larry. You have barely time before school, you must hurry."
"Must I go this morning, mother, why can't I go to-night, or this noon?"
"There'll not be time at noon. And before night Joe may want some of these things. You may do, however, just as you think you would like to have Joe do, if he was in your place and you in his. Poor Joe needs better food than his mother is able to buy. You wouldn't have him suffer for the sake of skating, would you?"
Hugh thought a minute. At last he said, "I know if I was in Joe's place, I should want somebody to bring me a heap of things. Guess I'll go, mother."
His mother smiled to hear him whistle as he ran from the yard. Just before school he rushed in.
"Say, mother, can I buy Joe some oranges? He's white—he's white as your ruffled apron. I've fifty cents. I'll spend half for Joe."
Hugh's mother kissed him before she said yes. And her eyes filled with glad tears as he ran out whistling more merrily than before.
POOR JOE.