He had told your mother and Fan before you came, and that is why they are so unhappy, I suppose." "They are safe enough.

Father has n't touched mother's money; he 'could n't rob his girls,' he said, and that 's all safe for 'em.

Is n't he a trump, Polly ?" And Tom's face shone with pride, even while his lips would twitch with a tenderer feeling.
"If I could only do anything to help," cried Polly, oppressed with her own powerlessness.
"You can.

Go and be good to him; you know how; he needs it enough, all alone there.

I can't do it, for I 'm only a curse instead of a comfort to him." "How did he take your news ?" asked Polly, who, for a time, had forgotten the lesser trouble in the greater.
"Like a lamb; for when I 'd done, he only said, 'My poor lad, we must bear with one another.' and then told his story." "I 'm glad he was kind," began Polly, in a soothing tone; but Tom cried out, remorsefully, "That 's what knocks me over! Just when I ought to be a pride and a prop to him, I bring him my debts and disgrace, and he never says a word of blame.