Fred rose to his feet and began to walk slowly up and down the room.
"How can I?" he asked sadly. "I don't see how I can study any more.”
"This way, Fred," said Bess, as, putting down the dog, she went to join him in his march; "from nine till twelve every day, I have time to give up to it. We will shut ourselves up in a corner by ourselves, and I will read your lessons over to you a few times, and then ask you questions about them. You can do ever so much in that way; and we don't want you to stop all study, even if you can't read to yourself. How does the idea strike you?"
"I like it," said the boy, whose face had been brightening again; "only it won't be much fun for you."
"Never you mind about me, my laddie," said Bess cheerfully, "I will look out for myself."
And so it came about that for two or three hours each morning, while Mrs. Carter was busy about the household cares that not even her delicate health had made her willing to resign to her daughter, Bess and the boy settled
