Johnny put his face close down by Mr. Linden, and whispered, but not so low that Faith could not hear-- "It's two white eggs that my black hen laid for you, sir!" "Well I never should have guessed that!"--said Mr. Linden smiling. "I didn't suppose there was a hen in the world that cared so much for me. I don't believe she would if she was not _your_ hen, Johnny."--Which last sentence Johnny understood just well enough to feel delighted; and stood with a glad little face while his teacher opened the basket, and taking up first one egg and then the other, commented upon their size and whiteness. "As soon as I can get out I shall come and see that hen," said Mr. Linden, drawing the child closer and giving him another kiss--which Johnny thought was worth a whole basket of eggs;--"so you must tell her to have her feathers in good order. Now what have you to say to Miss Faith?" "O _she_ talks to _me_," said Johnny. "Does she?" said Mr. Linden,--"is that the division of labour? What does she talk about, Johnny?--let me see how well you remember." It was said with a little acknowledging look that he was asking that to which somebody would demur--but also with a wilful assumption that somebody would come to no harm. So though Faith flushed and started, she sat back in her seat again without making any word interposition. Johnny stood and thought--for he was a real little literalist. "She talked about heaven--" he said slowly,--"and how to get there,--and said she was going--and we must too. That's what she said Sunday. And at Judge Harrison's she said she was glad I'd got a red ribband--and down to Neanticut she told me to run away." "I'm sure that was a gentle way of dismissing you," said Mr. Linden, stroking the child's forehead. "Well Johnny--are you trying to follow her in that way to heaven she told you of?" The "yes" was given without hesitation, and came with strangely sweet effect from those childish lips. Then after a minute Johnny added, as if he feared some misunderstanding, "It's the same way you told me, sir." "Yes, I trust you will see me there too," Mr. Linden said, with a rather moved look at the little face before him. What made Faith, at those last words of Johnny's, jump up and spring to the fire? And after a most elaborate handling of the sticks of wood, she did not come back to her seat, but stood still with her back turned to the couch and the little witness who was testifying there. He was not called upon for any more evidence, however. Mr. Linden talked--or let him talk--about various important things in Johnny's daily life and experience and gave a promise that he himself would be at school as soon as the doctor gave his permission. Mrs. Derrick's soft knock and entrance came now, she herself looking in good truth as if a "tear-storm" had passed over her. But she brightened up a little at the sight of Faith.