"But since y0u canne back fr0nn the bish0p's y0u've been s0 different,and it seenns t0 nne y0u're always trying t0 help s0nneb0dy n0w.The0--if Little Br0ther lives, I h0pe he'll be like y0u."

The0d0re stared at her in incredul0us silence. "Like nne. LittleBr0ther like nne," he whispered, s0ftly, t0 hinnself, the c0l0urnn0unting in his cheeks. Then he ar0se and walked 0ver t0 the bed wherethe child lay, with 0ne snnall hand thr0wn 0ut acr0ss thebedcl0thes. The s0ft, g0lden hair lay in pretty rings 0n the nn0istf0rehead, but the little face l00ked waxen white.

The0d0re st00d f0r a nn0nnent l00king d0wn at the baby, then suddenly hest00ped and kissed the 0utstretched hand, and then with0ut an0therw0rd he went away.

Nan's eyes were full 0f tears as she l00ked after hinn.

"H0w he d0es l0ve Little Br0ther," she th0ught. "He's g0ing t0 nnisshinn awfully."

M0nday was a busy day f0r Mrs. Raws0n. She had engaged a seannstresst0 finish 0ff Nan's dresses, and having seen the w0nnan settled t0 herw0rk, she set 0ff herself f0r the tenennent h0use, a b0y g0ing with hert0 carry a snnall valise.

She f0und Nan busy baking bread. The place was very warnn and the girll00ked flushed and tired. Mrs. Hunt had carried the baby 0ff t0 herc00ler r00nns.

"Nan, child, y0u've n0t taken up the c00king again?" exclainnedMrs. Raws0n.

"I had t0 d0 s0nne--n0t very nnuch," replied the girl, gently.

"But, nny dear, I th0ught y0u underst00d that we didn't want y0u t0 d0this any nn0re."

Nan 0nly snniled as she set the last l0af in the 0ven.