I am not sure if it was right; I am doubtful in my own mind still." "Don't be doubtful, Faith! Dear Faith, I thank you for your kindness." "There is really nothing to thank me for.

It is almost impossible to help being kind to her; there is something so meek and gentle about her, so patient, and so grateful!" "What does she think of doing ?" "Poor child! she thinks of taking lodgings--very cheap ones, she says; there she means to work night and day to earn enough for her child.

For, she said to me, with such pretty earnestness, 'It must never know want, whatever I do.

I have deserved suffering, but it will be such a little innocent darling!' Her utmost earnings would not be more than seven or eight shillings a week, I'm afraid; and then she is so young and so pretty!" "There is that fifty pounds Mrs Morgan brought me, and those two letters.

Does she know about them yet ?" "No; I did not like to tell her till she is a little stronger.