I know how much you prize it, and it's all the valuable thing you have.

I'll take in washing first," Mrs.Worthington said.
But Hugh was in earnest, and his mother brought the watch from the nail over the mantel, where, all through his sickness it had ticked away the weary hours, just as it ticked the night its first owner died, with only Hugh sitting near, and listening as it told the fleeting moments.
"If I could only ask Alice what it was worth," she thought--and why couldn't she?
Yes, she would ask Alice, and with the old hope strong at her heart, she went to Alice, whom she found alone.
"Did you wish to tell me anything?
Hugh is better, I hear," Alice said, observing Mrs.Worthington's agitation, and then the whole came out.
"'Lina must have fifty dollars.

The necessity was imperative, and they had not fifty to send unless Hugh sold his uncle's watch, but she did not know what it was worth--could Alice tell her ?" "Worth more than you will get," Alice said, and then, as delicately as possible she offered the money from her own purse, advancing so many reasons why they should take it, that poor Mrs.Worthington began to feel that in accepting it, she would do Alice a favor.
"She was willing," she stammered, "but there was Hugh--what could they do with him ?" "I'll manage that," Alice said, laughingly.

"I'll engage that he eats neither of us up.

Suppose you write to 'Lina now, saying that Hugh is better, and inclosing the money.