OUT IN THE STORM.
BY SIDNEY DAYRE.
"That story about the baby in the storm? Oh yes, I'll tell you all about it. See, there's the scar on his dear little forehead yet—he'll carry it all his life, they say—but I shall never get over being thankful he came out of it so much better than I did, the darling."
And Janet glanced at her poor crooked arm as she settled herself more comfortably for a long talk.
"This was the way it came about. Mother said to me one Saturday afternoon, 'Janet, I am going over to the village; I will take the little girls with me, and I want you to take good care of Harry till I come back.'
"This arrangement did not suit me at all. I had other plans for the afternoon, and I said, 'But, mother, I promised Mary Hathaway I would go down there this afternoon. She is going to show me a new stitch for my embroidery.'
"'I don't like to interfere with you, dear,' mother said, 'but it seems to me you have been running there quite often this week, and I must have your help now.'
"This was true, but it made no difference in the fact of my wanting to go again.
"'Can't Bridget take care of him?' I said.
"'No, she has too much else to do.'