"Yes, grandpa, I will," Grey said, in a tearful voice, as he
involuntarily wound his arms around the woman he was to be good to. "I
will always care for Aunt Hannah, and love her above all women. Don't
you worry about that. She shall live with me when I am a man, and we
will go to Europe together."

"Yes, to Carnarvon, perhaps," Mr. Jerrold interposed, and then said,
suddenly: "Do you remember the day you caught and kissed my old hands,
and did me so much good? Would you mind kissing them again?--this one;
it burns so and aches!" and he raised his thin, right hand, winch Grey
took in his own, and kissed reverently and lovingly, saying as he did
so:

"Poor, tired hand, which has done so much hard work, but never a bad
act."

"Oh, oh! My boy, my boy, you hurt me!" grandpa cried, as he snatched his
hand from Grey, who looked at him wonderingly and said:

"I am sorry. I did not mean to hurt you. Is your hand sore?"

"Sore? Yes, sorer than you know or guess; so sore that it aches down to
my very heart."

"Come, Grey, I think it is time we were off. Father is getting tired and
excited. You will see him again to-morrow," Hannah said, and her father
rejoined:

"To-morrow! Who knows? To-day is all we can call our own, and I will
bless my boy to-day. Kneel down, Grey, and let me put both hands on your