heavily as she came up the walk. Adoration, even from a child, is pleasant to have.
To-night, as Bess sat there with Fuzz in her lap and Fred at her feet, she was thinking back to that ill-fated day, just a year ago, when Rob had come home and announced that Fred had won the school prize. Such a change in the year! But the boy must not grow up in ignorance, even if he were blind. At her suggestion, it had been agreed with his father that Fred was to begin to have a few simple lessons again, of which Bess was to have the care.
"You know as well as I do, Miss Carter, what will make Fred happiest and best. I leave him wholly to you," Mr. Allen had said.
The boy lay, his head pillowed on the dog's shaggy side, his face anxiously turned towards Bess, as if trying to read her thoughts. Suddenly she said,—
"Well, Fred, what do you say to our starting on our lessons to-morrow?"
"What do you mean, Miss Bess?" said the boy, sitting up.
"Only just this, that I think it is time you went back and took up a few lessons again."
