150 _Things will Take a Turn.

 

“Yes, sir,” replied Mrs. White; “because,
begging your pardon, sir, she’s awful fond of you
and Miss Violet, and me too, sir, if you'll excuse
me saying so. But it'll be a shocking wrench to
part with her friend, Mr. Jones. That'll be the
trouble, sir.”

“But he shall come here just as often as he
likes,” said Mr. Dighton, “and he'll always be
welcome. Rosebud has done so much for my
little Violet that I feel I cannot do half enough for
her; and Mr. Jones is my friend now as well as
hers.”

“T’m sure he’s a very nice gentleman,” said
Mrs. White enthusiastically, for Mr. Jones had
quite won her good-will; “and I'll be glad to do
anything to make him cosy and comfortable here.
You've no idea, sir, how kind that person was
when Mr. Burnley was ill; and he was never
tired of running errands for me, and seeing to the
shop, and taking thought for me and every one.
And always a cheery word on his lips. And his
love for Childie is like a bit of poetry, sir.”