Did you ever see any boy you loved as well as you do Billy Bender ?" Mary hesitated a moment, for much as she liked Billy, there was another whom she loved better, though he had never been one half as kind to her as Billy had.

After a time she answered, "Yes, I like, or I did like George Moreland, but I shall never see him again;" and then she told Jenny of her home in England, of the long, dreary voyage to America, and of her father's death; but when she came to the sad night when her mother and Franky died, she could not go on, and laying her face in Jenny's lap, she cried for a long time.

Jenny's tears flowed, too, but she tried to restrain them, for she saw that Rose had shut her book and was watching her movements.
Ere long, however, she resumed her reading, and then Jenny, softly caressing Mary, said, "Don't cry so, for I'll love you, and we'll have good times together too.

We live in Boston every winter, but it will be most six weeks before we go and I mean to see you every day." "In Boston ?" said Mary, inquiringly.

"_George_ lives in Boston." Jenny was silent a moment, and then suddenly clapping her hands together, she exclaimed.