Theodore stood for a moment looking down at the baby, then suddenly he stooped and kissed the outstretched hand, and then without another word he went away.

  Nan’s eyes were full of tears as she looked after him.

  “How he does love Little Brother,” she thought. “He’s going to miss him awfully.”

  Monday was a busy day for Mrs. Rawson. She had engaged a seamstress to finish off Nan’s dresses, and having seen the woman settled to her work, she set off herself for the tenement house, a boy going with her to carry a small valise.

  She found Nan busy baking bread. The place was very warm and the girl looked flushed and tired. Mrs. Hunt had carried the baby off to her cooler rooms.

  “Nan, child, you’ve not taken up the cooking again?” exclaimed Mrs. Rawson.

  “I had to do some—not very much,” replied the girl, gently.

  “But, my dear, I thought you understood that we didn’t want you to do this any more.”

  Nan only smiled as she set the last loaf in the oven.

  The lady went on, “Nan—we want you to go away tomorrow.”

  Nan looked up with startled eyes. “So soon!” she exclaimed as Theodore had done.

  “Why should there be any delay about it? Every day that you stay here is so much actual loss to you and to the baby, too,” added Mrs. Rawson.

  With a bewildered air Nan dropped into a chair, saying, hesitatingly,

  “But how can I get ready to go tomorrow?”

  “Easily enough, if you let the cooking go. I was wondering as I came along what you would do with your furniture.”

  To Mrs. Rawson’s eyes the few poor bits of furniture looked worthless enough, but she realised that it would seem quite otherwise to the girl who had bought them with her own hard earnings.

  But now Nan looked up with shining eyes and in eager words told of Theodore’s plan and the lady’s face brightened as she listened.

  “It’s a fine plan,” she replied, heartily, “and it means a deal for such a boy as Theodore to have thought of it.”

  “And when he might have gone to your house, too,” added Nan, softly. “Mrs. Rawson, he’ll be very lonely when Little Brother is gone.”

  “Yes, he’ll miss you both sadly, but Nan, you mustn’t worry about Theodore. Mr. Scott loves the boy and will look out for him, you may be sure of that. But now we must talk about your journey. I’ve brought the things that I thought you would need on the way, and I’d like you to try on this dress.”

  She lifted the pretty wool suit from the valise as she spoke, and Nan began to take off her faded calico. The colour rose in her face as she did so, for she hated to have Mrs. Rawson see her poor under garments, but the lady seemed not to notice, as she chatted away about the dress.

  “Fits you beautifully. I was sure it would, for I had all the measurements. I don’t believe you will need to carry many of the things you have, for there are plenty of the new ones,” she said. “I put into this little valise everything that will be needed for the journey, and the other things can go with mine.”

  Nan looked up quickly, crying out joyfully, “Oh, Mrs. Rawson, are you going with us?”

  “To be sure. Did you suppose I meant for you to travel alone with a sick baby? I’m going to stay a week.”

  “That’s lovely!” exclaimed the girl, with a sigh of relief. “I did dread to go among entire strangers alone.”

  “Mrs. Hyde won’t be a stranger two minutes after you meet her. You couldn’t help loving her if you should try. Now then, let me see. You are to be ready at half past nine tomorrow. The train goes at 10:15. I’ll stop here for you. Now, child, don’t work any more to-day. Just rest so that you can enjoy the journey. Oh, there’s one thing I came near forgetting—shoes. Those will have to be fitted. Can you come with me now and get them?”

  “Yes, if Mrs. Hunt can see to my baking,” Nan replied.

  Mrs. Hunt was very ready to do so, and Nan and her new friend were soon in a car on their way to the shoe store.

  When she returned to her room alone, the girl took out the pretty serviceable garments from the valise and examined them all with mingled pain and pleasure. It was a delight to her to have once more such clothing as other girls wore, but to receive them from strangers, even such kind strangers as Mrs. Rawson and the girls, hurt Nan more than a little. But she did not feel quite the same about the dainty garments for her little brother. Over those her eyes shone with satisfaction. She could not resist the desire to see how he would look in them, and when he was dressed she carried him in for Mrs. Hunt to admire, and the two praised and petted the little fellow to their hearts’ content.

  Theodore had looked forward to a quiet evening with Nan and the baby—that last evening that they were to spend together for so long—but it proved to be anything but a quiet one. It had leaked out that Nan was going away, and all through the evening the women and girls in the house were coming to say “goodbye.” Nan had not expected this, for she had never had much to do with any of them, and it touched her deeply when in their rough fashion they wished her a pleasant summer and hoped that the baby would come back well and strong.

  Theodore sat silent in a corner through all these leave-takings, and some of the women, as they went back to their own rooms, spoke of the loneliness the boy would feel without the baby that they all knew he loved so dearly.

  When the last caller had departed, Theodore stood up and held out a little purse to Nan.

  “Ain’t much in it, but I want ye to use it for anything he wants,” the boy said, with a gesture toward the child.

  Nan hesitated. She would not have taken it for herself, but she knew that it would hurt Theo sadly, if she refused his gift, so she took it, saying, “You’ve been so good to him always, Theo. I shan’t let him forget you ever.”

  “No—don’t,” muttered the boy, and unable to trust himself to say more, he turned away in silence, and went to his own room. The little purse he had given Nan contained five dollars.

  “The dear boy! How good he is to us,” Nan murmured, as she put the bill back into it, “but I hope I shall not need to use this.”

  Theodore ran in the next morning for a hasty goodbye before he went out to his work. He had waited purposely until the last moment, so that his leave-taking might be a brief one, and he said so little, and said that little so coldly that a stranger might have thought him careless and indifferent, but Nan knew better. Now that the time of departure was so close at hand, she shrank nervously from it and almost wished she had refused to go, but still she dressed Little Brother and herself in good season, and was all ready when at nine thirty, promptly, Mrs. Rawson appeared. The lady gave a satisfied glance at the two, and then insisted upon carrying the baby downstairs herself, while one of the Hunt children followed with Nan’s valise. A cab was waiting at the door, and cabs being rarities in that locality, a crowd of curious children stood gaping at it, and waiting to see Nan and the baby depart in it.

  “It is going to be a warm day. I shall be glad when we are fairly off,” Mrs. Rawson said, with an anxious glance at the baby’s face, as the cab rattled over the rough stones.

  As the little party entered the station, there was a flutter of light raiment and bright ribbons, and Nan found herself fairly surrounded by the eleven King’s Daughters. They took possession of the baby, who brightened up wonderfully at the sight of them, and they seized the valise and Mrs. Rawson’s handbag, and they trooped altogether through the great station to the waiting train, and instead of saying, “Can’t go through yet, ladies—not till the train’s made up,” the gatekeeper smiled in genial fashion into their bright faces and promptly unlocked the gate for them. That was because one of them was the daughter of a railroad official, but Nan didn’t know that.

  The train was not all ready, but two of the parlor cars were there, and into one of these the girls climbed, and then they found the seats belonging to Mrs. Rawson and Nan, and put the extra wraps up in the rack for them and pushed up the window, and did everything else that they could think of for the comfort of the travellers.

  Then one of them pinned a great bunch of deliciously fragrant violets to Nan’s dress, and another fastened a tiny silver cross above the violets, as she whispered,

  “We’ve made you a member of our circle, Nan, dear, and this is our badge.”

  And then Nan noticed that every one of the girls wore the tiny, silver cross somewhere about her dress. She wondered what it meant and determined to ask Mrs. Rawson later, but she could not talk much just then—she was too happy with all those dear girls about her, chattering to her and counting her in with themselves.

  At last there was a rumble and a jar, and people began to fill up the seats in the car and one of the girls looked at her watch and exclaimed, “We must say ‘goodbye’ girls, or we shall be carried off.”

  “Wouldn’t it be fun if we could all go too, and stay for the week with Mrs. Rawson?” cried another.

  “Yes, indeed. If it weren’t for school we might have done it.”

  “Now remember, Nan, we’re all going to write to you because you belong to our circle,” whispered another, and then, some with a kiss, and some with a warm handshake, they said, “goodbye,” and hastened out of the car and stood on the platform outside the car windows, calling out more farewells and last words, and waving hands and handkerchiefs, until the train drew out of the station.

  Then Nan settled back in her comfortable seat with a happy light in her dark eyes.

  “I didn’t suppose there were any such girls in all the world, Mrs. Rawson,” she said; “girls who would be so dearly kind to a stranger like me.”

  “They certainly are dear girls. I think myself that there are not many like them,” Mrs. Rawson answered. “Some of them have been in my Sunday-school class ever since they were nine years old.”

  “Perhaps that accounts for it,” Nan answered, shyly, with one of her quick, bright smiles. Then she turned to look out of the window and her face changed, for there on a fence, close beside the track, stood Theodore, eagerly scanning the windows as the train went by. Nan snatched up Little Brother and held him to the window, and a smile broke over the boy’s face as he waved his hat in response. Then the train gathered speed and flew on, and the boy went slowly back to his work.

  It was nearly sunset when the station where the travellers were to stop, was reached. Nan’s heart began to beat fast and she glanced around somewhat anxiously as she stepped on to the platform, but the next moment she found herself looking into Mrs. Hyde’s face, and from that instant all her fears and anxieties vanished.

  Mrs. Hyde had no children of her own, but the very spirit of motherliness seemed to look out of her eyes, and she took the two strangers into her heart at sight. The baby, wearied with the long journey had been fretting for the last hour, but no sooner did he find himself in Mrs. Hyde’s arms, than he settled down comfortably and went to sleep and slept soundly through the three mile drive from the station.

  Mrs. Hyde did not say much to Nan during the drive, only by an occasional word or smile, showing her that she was not forgotten, while the two ladies talked together, but at last she laid her firm, strong hand lightly on the girl’s fingers, saying,

  “Look, dear—you are almost home.”

  And Nan looked with happy eyes at a big, rambling, white house, shaded by tall elms, and with wide piazzas on three sides. An old-fashioned flower garden, with high box-bordered beds was at the back, and broad, rolling acres, spread out on every side but one, where there was a grove of grand old trees.

  The late afternoon sunlight was throwing long, level beams across the green lawn, touching everything with a golden light as they drove up to the side door, and Nan said to herself,

  “I don’t see how anybody could help being well and happy here.”

  XIV. Theodore Gives Carrots a Chance

  Theodore dreaded to go home that night. After his work was done he went to a restaurant for supper and then strolled on to the Common. It was cool and pleasant there under the wide-spreading trees, and he sat down on one of the benches and wondered what Nan was doing then and how Little Brother had borne the long hours of travel.

  When it was quite dark he went slowly homeward. Mrs. Hunt’s door stood open and he stopped to get the key which Nan was to leave there for him. Jimmy sprang up and brought it to him, and Mrs. Hunt gave him a kind word or two and asked him to come in and sit awhile, but he said he was tired, and taking the key, he crossed the hall and unlocked Nan’s door. As he closed it behind him he gave a little start, for he saw something move over by the window. The next instant he realised that it was only Nan’s chair which had rocked a little from the jar of the closing door. The room was unlighted except for the faint glimmer near the open windows.

  As Theo sat down in the rocking-chair, a wave of loneliness and homesickness swept over him. Nan and Little Brother had made all the home feeling he had ever known, and never before had he felt so absolutely alone and friendless as he did tonight.

  Tag seemed to share the feeling too. He went sniffing about the room, evidently searching for the two who were gone, and finally, with a long breath like a sigh, he dropped down beside the rocking-chair and rubbed his head against his master’s hand with a low, troubled whine. Theodore patted the rough head as he said,

  “Pretty lonesome, ain’t it, old fellow?” and Tag rapped the floor with his tail and whined again.

  For a long time the boy sat there gravely thinking. At last, with a sigh, he said to himself, “Might’s well go to bed. Don’t feel like doin’ anything tonight.”

  He was used to undressing in the dark and he did not light the lamp, but as he was about to get into bed his hand touched something smooth and stiff that was lying on the pillow.

  “It’s a letter,” he exclaimed, wonderingly, and he hastened to light the lamp.

  “Oh!” he cried, breathlessly, as he saw the bold, firm handwriting. “It’s from the bishop.”

  His cheeks were flushed, his eyes shining and his fingers fairly shaking with excitement as he held the letter carefully in his hands, reading and rereading the address.

  “THEODORE BRYAN,

  Care of MRS. MARTIN.”

  He thought how many times he had sat beside the bishop’s desk and watched the pen travelling so rapidly across the paper. Theodore would have known that writing anywhere.

  For a long time he did not open the letter. It was happiness enough to know that it was there in his hands, the first letter he had ever received. And to think that the bishop should have written it—to him, Theodore Bryan! It was a pity that the bishop could not have seen the boy’s face as he stood looking with glowing eyes at the envelope.

  At last he opened it and began to read the letter. It was a long one, and as the boy read on and on, his breath came quicker and his eyes grew dim, and when he had finished it his cheeks were wet, but he did not know it. He was not thinking of himself. There were many who would have given much for a letter from the bishop, but surely none could have appreciated one more than did the lonely boy who stood there that night in the dimly-lighted room poring over those closely written pages. Again and again he read the whole letter, and many times he read over one passage until the words were written in letters of light on his heart. When at last he went to bed it was to lie awake for hours with the letter held tightly in his hand, while he repeated to himself those words that he was to remember as long as he lived.

  “Mrs. Martin writes me that you are anxious to be assured of my forgiveness. My dear boy, if you have ever wronged me I forgive you as freely and fully as I hope for forgiveness myself; but, Theodore, had you wronged me ever so deeply, it would all be blotted out by the joy it gives me to know that you are a soldier of the Cross. I know that you will be a faithful soldier—loyal even unto death—and may the great Captain whom we both serve, have you ever in His holy keeping.”

  Over and over the boy repeated these words as he lay sleepless, but full of deep happiness and peace. “Whom we both serve.” The wise and holy bishop and he, a poor ignorant street boy, were soldiers now under the one great Captain. Faithful and loyal even unto death? Ah yes, Theodore pledged himself anew to such service in the watches of that night.

  Nevertheless, the letter had brought to the boy a fresh disappointment, for it informed him that the bishop had been ill ever since he left the city, and that it had been decided that he should remain away until October.

  “Five months longer before I can see him,” Theodore thought sorrowfully, yet he could not grieve as he had done before. It almost seemed as if he could feel the bishop’s hand actually resting upon his head, and see the kind eyes looking down into his. The boy had not been so happy since he left the bishop’s house as he was on this night when he had expected to be so lonely and miserable.

  “Oh if Nan only knew, how glad she would be,” he thought more than once.

  He slept at last with the letter clutched tightly in his hand, and his fingers had not loosed their hold when he awoke the next morning, nor had the joy died out of his heart. His thoughts were very busy as he dressed, and suddenly he stopped short, with one shoe on and the other in his hand.

  “That’s it!” he cried aloud. “That’s what the bishop meant that Sunday! ‘Ye are not your own. Ye are bought with a price.’ The great Captain’s bought me for one of His soldiers, an’ I’ve got to do what He says. I never knew before just what that meant, but I do now.” Then he added, softly, “But I want to do what He says, anyhow.”

  Going forth in this spirit to his work, Theodore could hardly fail to find something to do for his Captain.

  Mrs. Hunt had decided to take up the work that Nan had been doing, and to furnish supplies for the stand. She had the big basket all ready when Theodore came from his room, and he and Jimmy set off with it for the stand where both the boys now took their breakfasts.

  Theodore was unusually quiet and thoughtful, and there was something in his face that silenced Jimmy’s lively tongue that morning. The two boys had just gotten their stand ready for business, when Theodore exclaimed, eagerly,