The Old Umbrella. 26

 

 

mother, said May; ‘for Matty
Parker goes by pretty near every day
all alone, and past grandfather’s ; that
is not quite the same road, but a
further way, you know. Her mother
sends her ever so often of errands.

‘ fev mother,’ repeated the father,
with a look of disgust. ‘ Don’t name
her, May, along with thine. Poor
Matty’s mother wouldn’t care one
straw if all her children were lost to-
morrow. She’sa bad, wicked woman!’

‘But God takes care of Matty. She
never hurts, though she do go all
alone. And He'll take care of us too,
father; so let us go. I’m not afraid.’

‘God never promised me, that if
I neglected my children, He’d take