Music will comfort me better than any thing else to-night." Nat flew for his fiddle, and, sitting just outside her door, played as he had never done before, for now his heart was in it, and seemed to magnetize his fingers.

The other lads sat quietly upon the steps, keeping watch that no new-comer should disturb the house; Franz lingered at his post; and so, soothed, served, and guarded by her boys, poor Mrs.
Jo slept at last, and forgot her sorrow for an hour.
Two quiet days, and on the third Mr.Bhaer came in just after school, with a note in his hand, looking both moved and pleased.
"I want to read you something, boys," he said; and as they stood round him he read this: "DEAR BROTHER FRITZ, I hear that you do not mean to bring your flock today, thinking that I may not like it.

Please do.

The sight of his friends will help Demi through the hard hour, and I want the boys to hear what father says of my John.

It will do them good, I know.