He did not carry her now, though he leaned on her instead, and seemed glad of the support.
He leaned heavily, too, she noticed, and she realized vaguely that there was one more change than she had thought of.

In the past she had leaned all her weight on him, now it was he who would lean on her; and she hoped, with all the strength of her warm little heart, that she might be able to prove herself a real prop and staff to him and the dear granny who loved her so.
"God make my life a little staff, Whereon the weak may rest." She repeated to herself.
"Here's granny," said granp joyfully, as they reached the garden gate.

Run on to her, child! and--and remember--one arm is helpless still.

You must be her right arm now, Jessie." "I will," said Jessie eagerly, and the next moment was at her granny's side.
THE END..