"Well, he said the good Lord was sure to provide; that is, you know, Benny, He willna let us starve."
"I dunno much about Him, Nell."
"Oh, but Joe 'as told me lot an' lots about Him; an' He never says what He doesna mean; an' if He says He'll provide. He will, Benny."
"Anyhow, I shall be glad to see it," was Benny's observation, as he walked away, leaving Nelly standing at the door.
He found the days very long without a sight of his sister's face from morn till eve. But he bore up bravely, and hurried home as early as he possibly could when the day's toil was over. Nobody knew how much "little Nell" was to him: she had been the only comfort of his cheerless life, and when the world seemed more rough and unfriendly than usual, it was Nelly who stood by his side like a ministering angel, encouraging him still to persevere.
The sight of her sweet patient face in the evening was like a benediction to him, and after the frugal meal they would sit on the floor with their arms around each other before granny's fire. And Benny would tell his sister all the experiences of the day; making light, however, of the difficulties and disappointment, and magnifying every little pleasure that had fallen to his lot.
It was wonderful how thoughtful he was of his sister, and how he anticipated her every want. He would not give her a moment's pain on any consideration. Yet Nelly always knew when he was in trouble, though he said
