very silently.

Just as we were reaching the hall door, Hugh happened to ask what was
the matter with him, and when I told him, both he and Mr. Stanton
looked much concerned.

Mrs. Forsyth was really angry when she knew.

'I wish I had prevented your going altogether. I can't conceive what
made you stay such a time with him; it was most inconsiderate of you.
I wish you had never taken up with these village boys; it is a constant
anxiety to me that you may bring back infectious diseases from their
homes.'

I told her how it was I had stayed so long, and then asked to be
excused coming into the drawing-room that evening. I wanted to be
alone; it had all seemed so sudden and unexpected that I could hardly
realize it.

Early the next morning the village church bell began to toll, and I
knew that my eldest scholar had gone home. It was a real grief to me,
and yet for his sake I could not regret it. How thankful I was now
that I had taken him into my Sunday class, in spite of his age! It
seemed as if it was a special bit of work that God Himself had given
me, and I thanked Him for it on my knees in the midst of my tears. I
heard afterwards that he had not spoken to any one afterwards, or taken
the slightest notice of anything, but had passed peacefully away about
four o'clock in the morning.

Roddy remarked cheerfully, when he heard it, 'Jim will be glad now,
won't he, mother? I wish the angels would come for me, too!'

CHAPTER XIV

WOOED AND WON

'Beloved! let us love so well, our work shall
still be better for our love,
And still our love be sweeter for our work;
And both commended for the sake of each,
By all true workers, and true lovers born.'--_E. B. Browning._

It seemed as if Roddy's wish might be realized, for two days after he
sickened with the same complaint. Mrs. Forsyth would not hear of my
going near him, and I had to be content with news from time to time
through the different villagers. I was not anxious about myself, but I
did not feel well, and when my throat began to pain me I felt pretty
sure that I was going to have it, too.

I was meditating whether I should tell Mrs. Forsyth one afternoon, as I
sat by the morning-room fire, when Nelly and Kenneth came in from a
walk glowing with health and spirits.

'Now,' said Kenneth, throwing himself full length on the sofa, 'we are
very tired, and want a rest. Get your fiddle and play to us in the
gloaming, Goody!'