There was something pathetic in this childish attempt to beautify the poor place, and Mrs.Minot's eyes were full as she looked at the tired woman, whose one joy and comfort lay there in such sad plight.
"My dear soul, cheer up, and we will help one another through the hard times," she said, with a soft hand on the rough one, and a look that promised much.
"Please God, we will, mem! With such good friends, I never should complain.

I try not to do it, but it breaks my heart to see my little lass spoiled for life, most like;" and Mrs.Pecq pressed the kind hand with a despondent sigh.
"We won't say, or even think, that, yet.

Everything is possible to youth and health like Janey's.

We must keep her happy, and time will do the rest, I'm sure.

Let us begin at once, and have a surprise for her when she wakes." As she spoke, Mrs.Minot moved quietly about the room, pinning the pages of several illustrated papers against the wall at the foot of the bed, and placing to the best advantage the other comforts she had brought.
"Keep up your heart, neighbor.