ng for
Gertrude and listening to that rending cough. Harry seemed to listen
to it too. "That's mother," he said, "aren't you coming to see her?"

"Oh, no!" said Denys shrinkingly, "she would not like it."

Harry was off with his little petticoats flying, and was back again
like a flash.

"She wants you," he said triumphantly, "she's been a-listening to your
voice!"

He seized her hand, and led her into a little room behind the parlour,
and on a low bed by the open window Denys saw a young woman with a
pretty face, so like Harry's as to proclaim her his mother at once.

She looked up at Denys with a smile.

"Harry told me about you this morning," she said. "Won't you sit down,
Miss? It is very kind of you to come in."

Denys sat down. The window commanded a view of the garden gate, so she
was in no danger of missing Gertrude. She wondered whatever had become
of her.

She found Mrs. Lyon very easy to talk to--and while Denys and his
mother chatted, Harry climbed into the bed and fell fast asleep.

Mrs. Lyon looked down at him tenderly.

"It's hard to leave him," she said softly, "oh, so hard! My brother,
Jim, who lives at Mixham Junction, has promised to take him, but I
don't know what his wife is like. Jim don't never say much about her,
and he'd be sure to if she was the right one for him, but Jim will be
good to him, I know, and the Lord Jesus is our best Friend and He
is the Good Shepherd. I often have to say that to myself to comfort
myself."

"Yes!" said Denys, sympathetically, her eyes on the almost baby face
nestled on the pillow, her thoughts busy with wondering whether she
could have left Jerry so trustingly in God's care. And Jerry had been
her brother, not her child. She felt she could more willingly have had
Jerry die, than have died herself and left him to other people to care
for.

Her thoughts came back to the present with a start. "Mixham Junction!"
she said, "that is only five miles from my home in Old Keston!"

The sick woman's face flushed and she laid her hand beseechingly on
Denys's.

"Oh, Miss!" she said, "would you--would you sometimes--just sometimes
go and see my Harry, just to let them know there is somebody as takes
an interest, that he isn't quite friendless, and you could remind him
of Jesus? I'm not sure about Jim's doing that. Would you, Miss?"

Once more Denys looked at the little face, and thought of Jerry.

"Yes!" she said, "while I am in Old Keston or going there to