living here alone till
father comes.'

'Poor child!' said Dr Christie, rubbing his eyes, 'did you know baby
was quite dead?'

'Yes,' she answered, 'but I didn't ask God to let baby live, because
mother said she'd like to take her with her. But I did ask Him to make
Robin well, and bring back Posy; and now there's nothing for Him to do
but let father come home. I knew it was all true; it's in the Bible,
and if I'm not one of God's own children, it says, "Them that ask Him."
So I asked Him.'

Meg's voice sank, and her head dropped; for now that she was at home
again, and Robin was found to be all right, her spirit failed her. Dr
Christie went out upon the landing, and held a consultation with Mrs
Blossom, in which they agreed that for the present, until Meg was well
enough to take care of herself, she should be nursed in Kitty's attic,
with her own door kept locked, and the key left in her possession. So
Dr Christie carried Meg into the back attic, and laid her upon Kitty's
mattress. Kitty was cowering down on the hearth, with her face buried
on her knees, and did not look up once through all the noise of Meg's
removal; though when her mother told her what they were doing she made
a gesture of assent to it. Dr Christie went away; and Mrs Blossom, who
wanted to buy many things which were sorely needed in the poor attic,
put her arm fondly round Kitty's neck.

'Posy,' she said, 'you wouldn't think to go and leave little Meg alone
if I went out to buy some things, and took Robin with me?'

'No, I'll stop,' said Kitty, but without lifting her head. When they
were alone together, Meg raised herself as well as she could on the arm
that was not hurt, and looked wistfully at Kitty's bowed-down head and
crouching form.

'Are you really Posy?' she asked.

'I used to be Posy,' answered Kitty, in a mournful voice.

'Didn't I tell you God would let your mother find you?' said Meg; 'it's
all come true, every bit of it.'

'But God hasn't let baby live,' muttered Kitty.

'I never asked Him for that,' she said falteringly; 'I didn't know as
baby was near going to die, and maybe it's a better thing for her to go
to mother and God. Angel Court ain't a nice place to live in, and she
might have growed up bad. But if people do grow up bad,' added Meg, in
a very tender tone, 'God can make 'em good again if they'd only ask
Him.'

As little Meg spoke, and during the silence which followed, strange
memories began to stir in