Now, darling," to Charlie, "will you take your breakfast ?" She put down the tray and raised him on his pillow a little.

Jessie, accustomed now to invalids, beat up the pillow and placed it behind him.
"Is that right ?" she asked.
"Oh yes, that's lovely," said Charlie, with a sigh of pleasure.
Mrs.Lang brought forward the tray.

Jessie's eye fell on it with dismay.

Trained by Miss Barley in dainty neatness, and by her grandmother in cleanness and care and thoughtfulness, the sight of it shocked her.

The black dingy tray was smeared and dirty, the slice of bread rested on it, with no plate between, the knife and fork and cup were dirty too, and all was put down anyhow.