Give my love to granny, I hope she'll soon get better, "From your loving," "Jessie Lang." It was well that Miss Grace stayed by the old couple, for they both needed her by the time the letter was read.
"She is well, and she must have met with kindness, or she would not be sorry to leave," she said cheerfully.

"Now, Mrs.Dawson, we shall have her back with us almost at once, so it behoves us to set about getting everything ready for her," she went on, in her sensible, matter-of-fact way, for she felt that the best thing for both of them was to keep them busy with preparations.
Patience caught her spirit at once.

"You must write to-night, Thomas," she said eagerly, "you mustn't delay, for the child is waiting for a word and she mustn't be disappointed, whatever happens.
I expect she's pretty nigh broken her heart many a time longing to write to us, and--and--her father wouldn't let her.

I can read between the lines.

I'm sure 'twas his doings--" "He is dead now," said Miss Grace softly, "so we will forgive him and put away all hard thoughts of him, and maybe your little flower was taken from you just to brighten a dark corner for the time, and bring happiness to others--perhaps to learn some lesson that will help her in the future." "Maybe," said Patience, but more gently; "my little blossom," she added softly.