Now they're sure to feel better," said Beth, pulling the worn and darned stockings upon the woman's feet again.

"And you must take this bottle to your room, and use it every night and morning." "Bless your dear heart!" cried Phibbs, while tears of gratitude stood in her faded eyes.

"I'm sure I feel twenty years younger, a'ready.

But you shouldn't 'a' done it, miss; indeed you shouldn't." "I'm glad to help you," said Beth, rinsing her hands at the wash stand and drying them upon a towel.

"It would be cruel to let you suffer when I can ease your pain." "But what would Miss Jane say ?" wailed old Martha, throwing up her hands in dismay.
"She'll never know a thing about it.