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Book, page 12 / 182 as ill; but do, pray, Alfred, try to think that nobody sent it but God, and that He must know best.' Alfred did not seem to take in much comfort, and Jane did not believe she was putting it rightly; but it was time for her to go home, so she said anxiously, 'Good-bye, Alfred; I hope you'll be better next time--and--and--' She bent down and spoke in a very frightened whisper, 'You know when we go to church, we pray you may have patience under your sufferings.' Then she sprang away, as if ashamed of the sound of her own words; but as she was taking up her basket and wishing Ellen good-bye, she saw that the strange lad had moved nearer the house, and timid little thing as she was, she took out a sixpence, and said, 'Do give him that, and ask him to go away.' Ellen had no very great fancy for facing the enemy herself, but she made no objection; and looking down-stairs, she saw her brother Harold waiting while his mother stamped the letters, and she called to him, and sent him out to the boy. He came back in a few moments so much amazed, that she could see the whites all round his eyes. 'He won't have it! He's a rum one that! He says he's no beggar, and that if the young lady would give him work, he'd thank her; but he wants none of her money, and he'll stand where he chooses!' 'Why didn't you lick him?' hallooed out Alfred's voice from his bed. 'Oh! if I--' 'Nonsense, Alfred!' cried Miss Jane, frightened into spirit; 'stand still, Harold! I don't mind him.' And she put up her parasol, and walked straight out at the house door as bold as a little lioness, going on without looking to the right or left. 'IF--' began Harold, clenching his fists--and Alfred raised himself upon his bed with flashing eyes to watch, as the boy had moved
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