"'Cause he cried and coughed so. The attic was empty, and I told father I didn't mind the holes in the roof so long as they wouldn't worry Dickie. So he was in a good humour, and let us come, and we've been here a month." Cherry spoke in a congratulating tone, but soon grew sober again when she looked towards the little brown head that moved so restlessly. "Jem," whispered Meg, "might I make him some bread and milk, and bring it round to him at once?" Jem willingly agreed, and Meg hurried away. While she was gone, he sat down and drew from his pocket a little Testament, and with Cherry's eyes curiously watching him, he turned over the leaves till he came to the tenth chapter of John. Then in a clear, low tone, that soothed while it wooed them to listen, he read about the Good Shepherd giving His life for the sheep. Cherry sat down on the bottom of the mattress and listened, evidently not as if it were a new tale, but yet as a thirsty man will stretch out his hand for water which he has not tasted for so long. "Dickie," she whispered, as Jem paused, "don't yer like to hear about Jesus? That's the Good Shepherd what I've told you about, as loves the little lambs." Dickie opened his eyes just enough to give her the shadow of a smile of assent; but he was too weak to care to speak. "Here, dear," said Meg, coming in and leaning over him; "do you like a little nice hot bread and milk?" The child could not remember the time when such a name had been mentioned to him; but when Meg put a spoonful to his lips the smell of it brought back vividly the remembrance of his mother. "Yes," he said, answering Meg's question now; "I 'ike it very much." When he had eaten about half he put his little hand out, and gently pushed the basin away. "No more," he whispered, and sank into sleep such as he had not had since that terrible May day, when he had been brought home nearly dying. Then Meg turned to Cherry. "Eat the rest of it, dear," she said. "Oh, no," answered the child, drawing back; "it 'ull do him such a deal o' good. He never gets nothing nice." "Jem will let me bring him some more another day," answered Meg; "but if you would rather keep this till he wakes, see, I have brought something for you." She unfolded a piece of paper with two thick slices of bread-and-butter, which Cherry took in her hands with a look of gratitude which went to Meg's heart. "Oh, you _are_ good!" the girl exclaimed, throwing her arms round Meg; "nobody was ever so good to us before--since mother went. He's always callin' for mother." Meg gazed in the upturned face, and then after an instant's hesitation she stooped and kissed it--the soiled little face, upon which Meg was certain was written the name of the King of kings. [Illustration] [Illustration] CHAPTER V. A FEW SHIRTS. "You look tired, mother," said Meg, drawing forward the arm-chair the first time her mother-in-law came to see her after her wedding-day.