among her neighbours would have taken the boy for less than Jane
had demanded for his keep.

With these reasons to help the most powerful influences of her life,
Jane kept an oiled tongue and an even temper, and like the calm before
the storm, it made things pleasanter for those around her.

Little Harry quickly discovered that it was safer to play in the
street when Aunt Jane was alone, but that there was no need for fear
if Uncle Jim or Uncle Tom were at home. He was a cheerful little soul
too, and began to enjoy such pleasures as came into his new life and
to forget the old. Saturday, Sunday and Monday were his joy-days, for
on Saturday Uncle Tom always came and took him out for some excursion
or treat, or if it were wet, to his own home.

On Sunday Uncle Jim sent him to a Mission Sunday School, morning and
afternoon, and sometimes, greatest treat of all, in the evening Uncle
Jim would take him to the Mission Service. That Mission Service had a
home-like feeling to little Harry, for it reminded him of the Sailor's
Rest where he had so often gone with his mother at Whitecliff, before
her cough got worse.

He loved the singing there, and at Sunday School. He had a voice like
a little bird, sweet and true and clear, and sometimes when Aunt Jane
was out on Sunday evening, Uncle Jim would let him sing to him, and
even Aunt Jane would let him sing the baby to sleep of a night.

There was one hymn that he learned at Sunday School that he was never
tired of singing. It had a chorus, and he always fancied that it was
the baby's favourite, too--

I am so glad that Jesus loves me,
Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me;
I am so glad that Jesus loves me,
Jesus loves even me.

On Mondays Harry went to the Mixham Nursery. Harry thought it a
charming place. There were no big rough boys or girls--only little
people like himself, and the tables were little and the seats were
little, and there were toys, and somebody besides himself to make a
grand play and pretend to be soldiers, or engine-drivers or horses.

There was a kind-faced woman there, who put pretty clean pinafores on
all the children when they came in the morning, and there was always
something nice for dinner.

There was a room for the babies upstairs, which Harry considered a
most suitable arrangement, and he saw his baby cousin carried up there
with great content. He wished Aunt Jane would go out washing every day
till Saturday!

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