. The princess and Joe Potter; . hadarrived. Joseph ! George ! Here we are, aunt Dorcas, Plums replied. Come into the house this very minute, both of you. Come on, Joe ; I spose weve got to go. The dudewants to thank us for lookin after the princess. You can go ; I shant, Joe said, with difficulty, as ifhe were choking, and Plums gazed at him in surprise. Joseph ! George ! Where are you ? Out here by the garden, aunt Dorcas. Joe wont come in.: Go on by yourself, an leave me alone, MasterPotter said, angrily, still keeping his face hidden fromview. It cant do any hurt to have one look at tiredu
. The princess and Joe Potter; . hadarrived. Joseph ! George ! Here we are, aunt Dorcas, Plums replied. Come into the house this very minute, both of you. Come on, Joe ; I spose weve got to go. The dudewants to thank us for lookin after the princess. You can go ; I shant, Joe said, with difficulty, as ifhe were choking, and Plums gazed at him in surprise. Joseph ! George ! Where are you ? Out here by the garden, aunt Dorcas. Joe wont come in.: Go on by yourself, an leave me alone, MasterPotter said, angrily, still keeping his face hidden fromview. It cant do any hurt to have one look at tiredudes, an seeins how theres nothin else goin on, Iguess Ill take the show in. Then Master Plummer sauntered leisurely towardsthe cottage, and Joe, believing himself alone, began tosob as if his heart were breaking. O AN UNEXPECTED ARRIVAL. 225 He failed to hear aunt Dorcas as she came swiftly outthrough the shed door and kneeled by his side. Notuntil she spoke did he think there \vas a witness to hisgrief. _00. - ^^•m/s&^VG^. .tor VWT • • • >\W : aWJ :f/J^* n\u, \Wty^ > V% **^ \kL-Cy^ 7 wU \ I ro^i / whu JOE, BELIEVING HIMSELF ALONE, BEGAN TO SOB AS IF HIS HEART WERE BREAKING. Josey, my poor boy, are you grieving because Es-sies parents have found her at last ? Joe tried to speak, but could not, and the little womancontinued : 226 THE PRINCESS AND JOE POTTER. You should rejoice because the sufferings of thatpoor father and mother are at an end. Try to imaginetheir distress when the dear child was missing, and theycould not know whether she was alive or dead. Thinkof them, as they pictured her alone in the streets, wan-dering around until exhausted, or falling into the handsof wicked people who would abuse her. Fancy whattheir sufferings must have been as compared with yours,when you know that she will receive even better treat-ment than we could give her. It is wicked, Josey, myboy, to grieve so sorely, for a mothers heart has beenlightened of all the terrible load
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