Suppose, neighbors, we go into the
next room."
The opening of the door of the next room was one of the surprises which
had been planned by Connie and her father. As he was now earning such
really excellent wages, and as he had taken the pledge and meant to keep
it, he felt he was entitled to another room. It was neatly furnished.
There was a fire burning in the grate, and there were white muslin
curtains to the windows. Connie spoke of it with great pride as the
"drawing-room," and Pickles assured her that even to set foot in that
room was enough to make Connie a "lydy" on the spot.
When they were alone Sue and Giles talked softly one to the other.
"The blessed Woice," said Sue, "'ave been with me all the w'y."
"And with me," said Giles.
"You won't go jest yet, Giles," said Sue.
"Wery soon--but not quite yet," he answered.
Sue smiled and kissed his hand, and they talked as those who have been
long parted, and know they must be parted soon again, will talk, when
heart meets heart.
In the other room people were not more cheerful, but at least more glad.
"There is nothing left to wish for," said Pickles. "It's just the best
thing in all the world for little Giles to get quite well up in heaven.
Ain't it now?" he added, looking at Father John.
"Yes," said Father John very briefly. Then he turned to Connie.
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