"I do not mind your having asked me in the least, dears. I have been thinking about telling you about my— about the blow that came upon me last year." Their faces of sympathy and interest were enough encouragement to her to go on. "You know I lost my dear father then, and when everything was settled up, instead of my having an income sufficient to keep me, through no fault of his, but because some investments had gone down, it was found there was not nearly enough to keep me—" Jean showered kisses on the hand she was holding, and Oswald opened his mouth as if to speak, but closed it again, and was silent. Tom was the first to venture a remark, and his gentle, grave tone was full of sympathy. "I heard how bravely and sweetly you bore it, auntie—" "There were many days when I could not; when I felt as if the waves went over my head. You would not understand how many things hinged on that insufficient income of mine; how hopes that had long been cherished were blighted—" "And yet, auntie," said Rose, "you told us the Lord was your 'Sun and Shield.'" "So He was, and is; I do not forget that, dears." "Several homes have been offered to me, and I have been waiting to see where God would let me go." "To us, I hope," said Tom, earnestly. "Your father and mother have been most kind, and not least in allowing me time to decide, so as to do nothing in a hurry." "Mother is far from strong," said Rose. "I know she would be very glad if you were never to leave us—" "But you and Jean will be able to help her in a year or two," said Aunt Ruth, "what then?" "Time enough for that," said downright Tom, "and if you're right in coming to us now, when the next step comes, you'll be able to see it! Eh, auntie?" She smiled happily, and bent forward to kiss his forehead, as he knelt before her. "I've got hopes that in a year or two, there may be several things altered," he said, decidedly. Aunt Ruth looked earnestly at him. "What do you mean, dear?" "I mean that there are 'promises' for you, auntie, just as much as there are for us." "'Promises?'" she asked, stroking his hair, and thinking that, for a boy of fifteen, he had been a wonderful comfort to her all this year. "Yes," he answered, not guessing her thoughts; "there's one that I've had on my mind all the week, 'Casting all your care upon Him, for He careth for you!'" "Yes—" she answered, with a long-drawn breath, as if some heavy care were rolling off as she spoke, "yes—I must not forget that." "And you'll come and settle down with us till some other home wants you more than we do?" asked Tom, with a gravity and sweetness which she wondered at. Aunt Ruth was silent, still stroking his sunny hair. "You seem to think there are a great many homes likely to want me!" she said, hesitating, with a questioning, shy look in her eyes. "I did not say a great many," said Tom, gravely. "I know of one that isn't ready yet—and in America—and till then we want you!"