to rest on his shoulder.

"Harry!" he said gently, "dear mummy has gone to live in a beautiful
Home with Jesus and she's so happy and she doesn't cough any more or
feel tired any more. Oh, she's so happy. And she is with Jesus. She
used to tell you about Him, didn't she?"

The comfort of the kind arms and the kind voice, and above all, the
words of hope that carried the childish thoughts straight to happiness
and seemed to find his mother for him again, comforted the little
heart at once, and Harry's sobs came only with a long drawn breath as
he listened.

Tom did not wait for an answer, he went on in the same low, soothing
tone.

"Jesus has got such a lovely Home ready for dear mummy and He is
getting one ready for little Harry too, and one day Jesus will call
Harry and he will see Jesus and dear mummy and the beautiful Home and
be so happy."

"Yes," murmured Harry nestling closer. He was so tired of crying and
being lonely, and these arms held him so nicely. He gave a deep, deep
sigh which somehow spoke of restfulness and of the sorrow being past,
and Tom raised himself and looked in the tear-stained face a moment,
then kissed it and wiped it with his handkerchief.

"That's better!" he said cheerfully, "would you like a ride on Uncle
Tom's shoulder? Uncle Tom is coming home to tea with Harry, and Uncle
Tom's awful hungry--he's going to eat a whole big loaf for tea."

Harry laughed gleefully as he found himself swung in an instant on to
Uncle Tom's shoulder and was carried along high above all the other
little rough children's heads, and was even on a level with Uncle Jim!
By stretching out his hand he could pat the top of Uncle Jim's head;
and he laughed again as he gave Uncle Jim a good hard pat.

"You are a clever one, Tom," said Jim admiringly, "how did you pick it
up?"

Tom might have said, "Out of my own sorrow," but he only smiled, and
told Harry to mind his head as he stopped at Jim's doorway and carried
him upstairs to Aunt Jane and the baby.

Harry became Tom's devoted slave thenceforth, and Jim watched the two
playing and whispering together almost jealously, and yet he liked
Tom too well to really grudge him the child's love, and Tom looked so
happy,--happier than Jim had seen him since Pattie gave him up.

Jim took notice too of the way Tom amused the child, how he became a
child for the time being, and all the materials he had were trifles
from his pockets; a piece of paper and a pencil, a f