Mrs.Haddon had resumed her seat, and for a moment the eyes of the two women met; then, much to the boy's astonishment, Miss Chris covered her face with her hands and darted forward and knelt by his mother's side, and there was a repetition of the incident in which he had figured a few hours earlier.

Mrs.Haddon clasped Christina to her tender breast, and spoke little soothing speeches over the fair head, whilst Chris wept a little, and laughed a little, and clung tightly to her friend.
'Yes, yes, I know, my dear,' whispered Mrs.Haddon.

'I know, I know.

But don't you fret.

It'll all come out right.' The women seemed thoroughly to understand each other, but to Dick this was quite inexplicable.