asn't for you and the babies, Poppy, I would be glad to go, for I'm very, very tired.'
'Mother,' said Poppy, with a great sob, 'however will we get along without you?'
'I don't know,' said the poor woman. 'I don't know, Poppy; but the good Lord knows; and He is a good Lord, child. He's never failed me yet, and I know He'll help you--I know He will. Come to me, my darling.'
And the mother took her little girl in her arms, and held her to her bosom, and they had a good cry together.
The next morning when Poppy woke she felt as if she had had a bad dream. Her mother's words the night before came back to her mind. 'I think I am going to die and leave you all.' It could not be true, surely! She raised herself in bed and looked round. Her mother was up already; she could hear her movin