I've kept it long, but it must go to keep us from starving;"-- and she held to view the golden locket, which George Moreland had thrown around her neck.
"You shan't sell that," said Frank.

"You must keep it to remember George, and then, too, you may want it more some other time." Mary finally yielded the point, and gathering up the crumpled jacket, started in quest of Billy Bender.

He was a kind-hearted boy, two years older than Frank, whom he had often befriended, and shielded from the jeers of their companions.

He did not want the jacket, for it was a vast deal too small; and it was only in reply to a proposal from Frank that he should buy it that he had casually offered him a shilling.

But now, when he saw the garment, and learned why it was sent he immediately drew from his old leather wallet a quarter, all the money he had in the world and giving it to Mary bade her keep it, as she would need it all.
Half an hour after a cooling orange was held to Frank's parched lips, and Mary said, "Drink it, brother, I've got two more, besides some milk and bread," but the ear she addressed was deaf and the eye dim with the fast falling shadow of death.