d Gerty's delight reached their climax when she took him into the
lumber-closet, now transformed into a snug and comfortable bed-room.

"Well, I declare! Well, I declare!" was all the old man could say. He
sat down beside the stove, now polished, and made, as Gerty declared,
new, just like Mrs. Sullivan's; warmed his hands, for they were cold
with being out in the frosty evening, and then took a general view of
his reformed domicile, and of Gerty, who was about to set the table, and
toast the bread for supper. Standing on a chair, she was taking down the
cups and saucers from among the regular rows of dishes shining in
three-cornered cupboard, being deposited on the lower shelf, where she
could reach them from the floor, a plate containing some smoothly cut
slices of bread, which the thoughtful Mrs. Sullivan had prepared for
her. True watched her motions for a minute or two, and then indulged in
a short soliloquy. "Mrs. Sullivan's a clever woman, sartain, and they've
made my old house here complete, and Gerty's getting to be like the
apple of my eye, and I'm as happy a man as----"

CHAPTER V.

WHERE IS HEAVEN?

Here True was interrupted by a sudden and unceremonious opening of the
door. "Here, Uncle True, here's your package. You forgot all about it, I
guess; and I forgot it, too, till mother saw it on the table, where I'd
laid it down. I was so taken up with just coming home, you know."

"Of course--of course!" said True. "Much obleeged to you, Willie, for
fetchin' it for me. It's brittle stuff it's made of, and most likely I
should have smashed it 'fore I got it home."

"What is it?--I've been wondering."

"Why, it's a little knick-knack I've brought home for Gerty here,
that----"

"Willie! Willie!" called Mrs. Sullivan from the opposite room, "have you
been to tea, dear?"

"No, indeed, mother; have you?"

"Why, yes; but I'll get you some."

"No, no," said True; "Stay and take tea with us, Willie; take tea here,
my boy. My little Gerty is making some famous toast, and I'll have the
tea presently."

"So I will," said Willie! "No matter about any supper for me, mother,
I'm going to have my tea here with Uncle True. Come, now, let's see
what's in the bundle; but first I want to see little Gerty; mother's
been telling me about her. Where is she? Has she got well? She's been
very sick, hasn't she?"

"Oh, yes, she's nicely now," said True. "Here, Gerty, look here. Why,
where is she?"

"There she i