mind was given to his wife, and the letter she was reading, and to
wondering how she would bear it, and what he could say to comfort
her.

At last a long low cry reached him, and he turned hastily back into
the kitchen; but, instead of seeing her white and shaken and weeping,
as he was prepared to see her, the face that looked up to him was
quivering with eagerness and love and joy.

"She's sending us her little one, father!" she gasped in a voice
quavering with glad excitement. "Lizzie's little girl, our own
little grandchild! We shall have a child about the place again,
something to love and work for. You see, Lizzie turns to us in her
trouble, poor girl, and it must be a terrible trouble to her," with a
momentary sadness dimming the joy in her eyes. "But, oh, I am so
thankful, so happy." Then, springing to her feet, "I am well now!
this is the medicine I wanted. Father, when do you think she will
come? I must get the place all nice and tidy, and a room ready for
her, in good time too, and it seems to me I'd best set to work at
once or I shall never get a half done!"

Thomas did not say much, his heart was too full for speech, but the
inexpressible relief he felt showed in his face and his blue eyes.
"I'm glad you takes it like that, mother," he said simply, "I was
afraid."

"Afraid! afraid of what? That I shouldn't want her!"

But at that moment the kettle boiled over with a great hiss, and
brought them back to everyday affairs again.