Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; England -- Juvenile fiction; Girls -- Juvenile fiction
Richard Butt did keep faith with the kind man who had befriended him,
however. And proved himself quite equal to the task he had undertaken,
to drive the big waggon with its pair of fine horses.
Mrs. John duly presented him with a suit of her husband's clothes, and
various other articles of clothing which she thought might be useful to
him. And she took the opportunity to question him about his wife, whom
he said he was going to send for as soon as he could make a home for
her.
"She's been able to save a few bits of our furniture," he explained,
"and if I give Mr. Grey satisfaction, and find he's willing to keep me
on, I shall look-out for a cottage in the village. Meantime, my wife
will stay with her parents, she's no expense to them, for she earns
enough for herself by doing plain needlework."
The children, Mavis especially, took great interest in the new
waggoner. And they were careful not to tell any one the circumstances
which had brought him to the deplorable position he had been in when
Mr. Grey had taken pity upon him. He had paid the penalty for his sin,
and was starting life afresh.
The severe frost continued for more than a fortnight, and Mavis learnt
to skate very nicely. Many happy hours did she spend with her cousins
and her schoolfellows on the ice; and deeply regretful were the young
people when a thaw set in, and weather-wise folks began to prophesy a
mild Christmas.
Rose and Bob were looking forward to Christmas with much eagerness,
for the season had always been a very happy one for them. But Mavis
was anticipating the coming festival with very sober thoughts.
Hitherto, she and her mother had been together at Christmas; now they
were divided by thousands and thousands of miles of land and sea. She
listened somewhat half-heartedly to her cousins' plans for making
the most of the holidays, until Rose gave her a look of wonder and
reproach, and said—
"What is the matter? You don't seem yourself, Mavis."
"I've been thinking of last Christmas, and that has made me rather
sad," Mavis answered. "Mother and I were together then," she added, the
tears rushing to her hazel eyes as she spoke.
"Oh!" cried Rose, comprehendingly, whilst Bob inquired—
"Did you have a lot of presents?"
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