Meg did not exclaim, but she answered gently, "We must ask God to help you both to go; I'm sure you would feel different." "I _do_ feel different already; and Blunt says as I've grown young again. Think of that! It's all along of you, Mrs. Seymour, and what you've helped me to learn of our Saviour. But I want Blunt and the children to take the comfort of it too." "Of course you do," answered Meg, sympathetically, "and you'll have it too, if you ask for it." "Shall I?" asked Mrs. Blunt. "It says, 'Ask, and ye shall _receive_,'" answered Meg. A little before twelve o'clock Mrs. Blunt went down to prepare her husband's and children's dinner, and Meg rose to get ready for her Jem. "Let me do it," said Cherry, "and then you can go on with the work; I've come to the end of all I can do now." Meg willingly let her try, and so the dress progressed rapidly, and when Mrs. Blunt and her babies reappeared after dinner, she was surprised to see how much had been accomplished. About eight o'clock that night the last stitch was put in it, and the last button sewn on; and then Cherry went into the other room, and came back in it smiling and blushing, and looking so pretty that Mrs. Blunt, who was preparing to go, was obliged to stoop and kiss her. "Thank you, Mrs. Blunt," said Cherry earnestly. "I know you've put out your own work for me, and I think it's very kind of you." "You're welcome, my dear; and I've had one of the happiest days I ever spent--that I have." When she was gone Cherry suddenly turned to Meg. "Oh, how selfish I've been! I never thought about Dickie's frock; shall you be able to take him to-morrow in his old one?" "Yes," answered Meg, "it was impossible to do both; and his jacket will cover up the dear little old frock." "I wish I'd thought of it," said Cherry, sorrowfully. But Meg assured her, that even if she had it would have made no difference. "So be happy, dear," she said, "and enjoy the nice new frock which God has given you." Cherry kissed her and wished her good night, and then went up-stairs to see if Mrs. Seymour should want her to do anything before she went to bed. "My!" exclaimed Miss Hobson, when she stood in the doorway, with her golden hair falling over her shoulders. "My! you do look nice so, Cherry." Cherry laughed. "Mother-Meg wishes me to wear my hair like this," answered Cherry, "and mother used to like it when she were alive. Only I couldn't, ye know, when I'd got no soap, nor brush, nor nothing." "Ain't that a nice dress!" said Miss Hobson, admiringly. "I shouldn't 'a known ye, Cherry. But why didn't young Mrs. Seymour get ye a black one for yer poor father?" Cherry looked a little troubled, and Mrs. Seymour quickly interposed. "She would ha' done, but I advised her not; it's better as it is. Cherry is as sorry for her poor father in this one as ever she would be in a black; and 'tain't as if Meg could get her another best one in a hurry."