"It is too soon, she would not believe it," he said to himself.

But as he talked his voice was strangely vibrant and full of feeling; and when the sun-bonnet brushed lightly against him he was conscious that his arm trembled.
But Elizabeth was too much occupied with little Kit to notice Malcolm's slight discomposure.
"Oh, I am so glad you told me," she said in her eager way.

"I really think I shall be able to help you.

There is the dearest old woman in the village, Mrs.Sullivan.She lives in a pretty cottage quite close to 'The Plough,' and she was only telling me the other day that she wished that she had another child to mother.

Sometimes my sister and I have a little East-end waif and stray down for a few weeks in the summer," continued Elizabeth modestly--"some sick child, or occasionally some over-burdened worker, and we always lodge them at Mrs.Sullivan's.