They sat down by me, and I made a whistle for the girl, then a third, bigger one, which I stuck into the boy's pocket, telling him to take it home.

You ought to have seen the changed expression on those two dirty faces when they left me, blowing happily on their willow whistles.
I was lonesome no longer.

What a little thing will bring joy into a dreary life! Love to all with heaping measures for you, from Yours as ever, CHESTER..