There was almost a piteous entreaty in his tone.
"Yes, Thomas, surely next week.

And meantime, I shall let Hughie go with you." A look of such utter devotion poured itself into Thomas's eyes that Mrs.Murray was greatly moved, and putting her hand on his shoulder, she said, gently, "'He will give His angels charge.' Don't be afraid, Thomas." "Afraid!" said Thomas, with a kind of gasp, his face going white.
"Afraid! No.

Why ?" But Mrs.Murray turned from him to hide the tears that she could not keep out of her eyes, for she knew what was before Thomas and them all.
Meantime Hughie was busy putting into his little carpet-bag what he considered the necessary equipment for his visit.
"You must wear your shoes, Hughie." "Oh, mother, shoes are such an awful bother planting potatoes.

They get full of ground and everything." "Well, put them in your bag, at any rate, and your stockings, too.

You may need them." By degrees Hughie's very moderate necessities were satisfied, and with a hurried farewell to his mother he went off with Thomas.