142 Good-bye to Beecham.

 

herself back there. Then, all of
a sudden, she grew quite bright
and happy, and talked away to
nurse in quite a different way.

I didn’t know what it all meant;
and especially, I couldn't think why
she was always getting so red
when nurse talked about flowers
and plants. At last I found out that
Jane was going away altogether ;
and a month or two after Christ-
mas, nurse dressed Bobby and me
one day, and took us to church, and
mamma took care of baby at home.
And at church we saw Jane with her
father and mother, and I whispered
to Bobby that the strange man with