Oh, Margaret! when will men cease to be fools?
What does the Lord think of them when they say, 'Am I my brother's keeper ?' And the other poor creatures burned to death their lives are as precious in his sight as Mrs.
Montague's." Mr.Morris looked so weak and ill that Mrs.Morris, like a sensible woman, questioned him no further, but made a fire and got him some hot tea.

Then she made him lie down on the sofa, and she sat by him till day-break, when she persuaded him to go to bed.

I followed her about, and kept touching her dress with my nose.

It seemed so good to me to have this pleasant home after all the misery I had seen that night.
Once she stopped and took my head between her hands, "Dear old Joe," she said, tearfully, "this a suffering world.

It's well there's a better one beyond it." In the morning the boys went down town before breakfast and learned all about the fire.