. Little helpers . THE YALLEY OF THE SHADOW. HE room they entered was much moreneat and clean than Johnny had ex-pected to find it, and there was evensome attempt at decoration, in the wayof picture cards and show bills tackedupon the dingy walls. A stove, whoseold age and infirmities were concealedby much stove-blacking, held a cheerful little fire, and the panes of the one window were bright andclear. The bed, which looked unpleasantly hard, and wasscantily furnished, had been pulled to a place between the fireand the window, and Taffy, sit-ting up against a skilfully ar-ranged chair-back an
. Little helpers . THE YALLEY OF THE SHADOW. HE room they entered was much moreneat and clean than Johnny had ex-pected to find it, and there was evensome attempt at decoration, in the wayof picture cards and show bills tackedupon the dingy walls. A stove, whoseold age and infirmities were concealedby much stove-blacking, held a cheerful little fire, and the panes of the one window were bright andclear. The bed, which looked unpleasantly hard, and wasscantily furnished, had been pulled to a place between the fireand the window, and Taffy, sit-ting up against a skilfully ar-ranged chair-back and two thinpillows, looked eagerly towardsthe door as it opened. Thesharp, thin little face brightenedwith a smile, as he saw Jim, buthe did not speak. Taffy, said Jim, gently,heres Johnny Leslie. Hescome to see you, and read to you a little bit. Hes Miss Tinys 149. > ^^ 150 LITTLE HELPERS. brother, you know, and Mrs. Leslies son. Wont you shakehands with him ? Taffy held out his hand, nodding to Johnny with muchfriendliness. Oh, yes, he said, in a voice so low and hoarse that Johnnybent nearer to catch his meaning. Ill shake hands with him ;I thought it was some strange boy, but thats different. And see, continued Jim, opening the basket, and settingout the things upon a rough pine table, which held a pitcher of water and a tumbler, two orthree medicine bottles, a verysmall orange, and a big redapple, which Johnny recognized;he had given it to Jim a day ortwo ago. The little fellowseyes sparkled as he saw thepretty eatables come out of thebasket, one after another, andhe stroked the glass which heldthe bright-colored jelly, saying hoarsely, — Thats pretty, that is. His folks must be rich, and henodded toward Johnny. I must go now, Jim said, not noticing this last remark ofTaffys, but Johnny will stay awhile, and after that it wontbe long ti
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