Oh, what a change after the close, narrow streets, the gloom and dinginess, the want of space! Jessie's spirits began to rise.

How could she be unhappy in this beautiful world, with home before her, and granp and granny waiting for her, and the cottage, and her own dear little bedroom.

"Will my rose be alive, do you think, Miss Grace ?" she asked eagerly.
"Yes, dear, your grandfather has cared for it as though it were his most treasured possession, and your little garden, too.

He has kept everything as though you might return at any moment, and all must be in readiness.

It has been a cruelly long parting for them, and it has told on them," she added.