"_Mind_, my Ralph?
No, indeed.

I am only glad you should have so manly and self-denying an example as Prosper's, and still more glad that you should have the right feeling and moral courage to follow it.

Poor old woman! is she quite alone in the world?
She must be very grateful to her little next-door neighbour." "I don't know that she is--at least not so very," said Ralph.

"The fun of it was, that for ever so long she didn't know where the little wood came from.

Prosper found a key that opened the door, and when she was out he carried in the fagots, and laid the fire all ready for her with some of them; and when she came in he peeped through the keyhole.