Jill's eyes wandered there and lingered till they were full of regretful tears, because the sight of the little angel recalled the words spoken when it was hung up, the good resolution she had taken then, and how soon it was broken.
"I said I couldn't be bad in that lovely place, and I was a cross, ungrateful girl after all they've done for Mammy and me.

Poor Jack _was_ hurt the worst, and he _was_ brave, though he did scream.

I wish I could go and tell him so, and hear him say, 'All right.' Oh, me, I've spoiled the day!" A great sob choked more words, and Jill was about to have a comfortable cry, when someone entered the other room, and she saw Frank doing something with a long cord and a thing that looked like a tiny drum.
Quiet as a bright-eyed mouse, Jill peeped out wondering what it was, and suspecting mischief, for the boy was laughing to himself as he stretched the cord, and now and then bent over the little object in his hand, touching it with great care.
"May be it's a torpedo to blow up and scare me; Jack likes to play tricks.

Well, I'll scream loud when it goes off, so he will be satisfied that I'm dreadfully frightened," thought Jill, little dreaming what the last surprise of the day was to be.
Presently a voice whispered,-- "I say! Are you awake ?" "Yes." "Any one there but you ?" "No." "Catch this, then.

Hold it to your ear and see what you'll get." The little drum came flying in, and, catching it, Jill, with some hesitation, obeyed Frank's order.