"""Are you better, mother, to-day?"" asked little Peter, as he went up to the bed on which Widow Gray lay, in a small chamber of their humble abode. ""I trust so, my boy,"" she answered, in a doubtful tone, as she gazed fondly on the ruddy, broad, ho ... Read more

"""Are you better, mother, to-day?"" asked little Peter, as he went up to the bed on which Widow Gray lay, in a small chamber of their humble abode. ""I trust so, my boy,"" she answered, in a doubtful tone, as she gazed fondly on the ruddy, broad, honest face of her only child, and put aside the mass of light hair which clustered curling over his brow, to imprint on it a loving kiss. ""I tried to get up to help Betsy when she came to tidy the house, but did not feel strong enough; and the doctor, who looked in soon after, said I had better stay quiet, and gave me some stuff which I trust may do me good. Betsy kindly stopped and put everything to rights, but since she went I have felt lonely, and have been longing for you to come home."" Betsy was an old woman who lived nearly half a mile off, on the hill-side. She had known Mary Gray from her childhood, and came every day, without fee or reward, to assist her during the grievous illness from which she had long been suffering, while little Peter was away tending Farmer Ashton's sheep on the neighbouring downs. Less