Tom can't be trusted, and is no more fit for the profession than Silas.' The latter part of this speech relieved Mrs Jo's mind, for Nan had looked about her as if she had lost something valuable when she began; but the medicine-chest seemed to cheer her, and the thought of Tom in a safe profession was evidently a great comfort.
'The worm has turned at last, Nan, and your bond-man is free.

Let him go, and give your whole mind to your work; for you are fitted for the profession, and will be an honour to it by and by,' she said approvingly.
'I hope so.

That reminds me--measles are in the village, and you had better tell the girls not to call where there are children.

It would be bad to have a run of them just as term begins.

Now I'm off to Daisy.
Wonder what she will say to Tom.