Miss Benson was alive to this movement, and so full of curiosity as to what it might mean that she could no longer attend to her brother, and felt inclined to rush off and question Sally the moment all was ended.

Miss Bradshaw hung about the babe and Ruth, and begged to be allowed to carry the child home, but Ruth pressed him to her, as if there was no safe harbour for him but in his mother's breast.

Mr Benson saw her feeling, and caught Miss Bradshaw's look of disappointment.
"Come home with us," said he, "and stay to tea.

You have never drank tea with us since you went to school." "I wish I might," said Miss Bradshaw, colouring with pleasure.

"But I must ask papa.