You'll be glad of some help, I expect?
If you'll mind the children, Mr John, I'll go up and do the best we can for the poor fellow." And so Jeffreys, with the baby in his arms, sat beside the little invalid in that lonely room, while the mother, putting aside her own sorrows, went up and did a woman's service where it was most needed.
Next day he had the garret to himself.

That letter--how he treasured it!--changed life for him.

He had expected, when Jonah's illness ended, to drift back once more into the bitterness of despair.

But that was impossible now.
He made no attempt to see the angel of whose visits to the alley he now and again heard.

Indeed, whether he was in work or not, he left early and came back late on purpose to avoid a meeting.