You are to go down to him on Saturday, Charley, and stay over Sunday."
"I'll never abuse him again," said Charley, smiling to hide a deeper emotion. "But—my best coat is so shabby, you know, Edina. I am ashamed of it at church."
"Perhaps you may get another between now and then," nodded Edina.
"What's this?" cried Kate, touching the last of the parcels.
"A bottle of wine for mamma. She will soon look so fit and rosy that we shan't know her, for we shall have nothing to do but nurse her up."
"My goodness!" cried Kate. "Wine! Mamma, here's some wine for you!"
But there was no answer. Poor Mrs. Raynor lay back in her chair unable to speak, the silent tears stealing down her worn cheeks.
Charles bent over and kissed her. Little Bob, in his