wheels about the floor.

"Very well, thank you; and grows so fast! He walks nicely now, and can
say 'Monnie,' and 'Mawta,' and 'Wawa,'--that's me,--besides several
other words."

"H'm; got any flannils onto him?" "Oh, yes; I made some out of father's
old ones," with a sigh at the beloved name.

"Ye did, hey? Hope they fit som'ers near."

She now critically examined the room once more; but as it was far neater
than her own, she could not reasonably find any fault there, so started
on a new tack.

"How old's Morton?"

"Twelve next summer."

"Gittin' to be a big boy, ain't he?"

"Yes, and such a good one! He is a great help to me."

"Waal, he orter be; some boys o' twelve airns their own livin', don't ye
know?"

"Yes; and Morton can do something when it comes warmer, but he needs
more schooling yet, though, indeed, he often does odd jobs on a Saturday
that bring in a little. He's an industrious boy, and I want him to have
a good education."