"Sad loss to them, poor things! But Miss Bat seems to have done well by them.

Molly is much improved, and the boy looks finely.

She's a good soul, after all;" and Mr.Bemis began to think he had been hasty when he half made up his mind to get a new housekeeper, feeling that burnt steak, weak coffee, and ragged wristbands were sure signs that Miss Bat's days of usefulness were over.
Molly was singing the lullaby her mother used to sing to her, and her father listened to it silently till Boo was carried away too sleepy for anything but bed.

When she came back she sat down to her work, fancying her father still asleep.

She had a crimson bow at her throat and one on the newly braided hair, her cuffs were clean, and a white apron hid the shabbiness of the old dress.