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قراءة كتاب The Factory Boy
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it! And O mother! I'm to go there this evening for a big bundle of clothes. She's made me a jacket out of a coat of her husband's, and that was what she wanted my other jacket for. Oh! oh! I'm so glad!"
"That is news!" exclaimed Mrs. Talbot.
"I'm to be advanced," he added; "she says so, and paid by the hour; and I shall earn just as much working between schools as I do now. O mother! isn't Mrs. Miles splendid?"
In the evening, Johnny went for the bundle; and the lady accompanied him home to see how the new clothes fitted.
"It's my first trial," she said, laughing; "and I'm very proud to think that I've succeeded so well."
Johnny turned round and round, as directed, to show first the back, then the shoulders and front.
"I find I have a natural gift at tailoring," cried Mrs. Miles. "I shall throw up making hose, and devote myself to my new calling. Just see that sleeve, now! It looks as well as if it were bought from a fashionable store."
"I don't know how to thank you," murmured the widow, laughing through her tears. "I should have tried to cut them over, of course; but I'm afraid I should have made a bungling piece of work of it."
"Well, then, if you confess so much, I will tell you that I have a right to be proud; for the times that jacket has been ripped and sewed, and ripped and basted and pressed, are beyond calculation. I made a study of Mr. Miles's wedding-coat, at last, particularly the sleeves, and then I found out what my trouble was. But the victory was worth all the pains; so I don't count the four days I spent on it lost time."
"I mean to be very careful of my new clothes," said Johnny, who had been listening in open-mouthed wonder.
They both laughed at his grave tone; and then Mr. Miles came for his wife; and they talked about the Sabbath school.
"I want you, Mrs. Talbot, to do my wife a favor," said the gentleman, trying to look serious. "She is desirous of having an infant class in the Sabbath school, and wants you for the teacher. Ella, she says, is old enough to go with you."
"Me!" exclaimed the widow, in great astonishment. "Me! Why, I am not competent to teach any one."
"Neither am I," urged Mrs. Miles; "but I do love my Saviour; and I want the boys and girls around me to love him; so I try to tell them what a good Being he is, and what he has done for us. Can't you do that?"
With a deepened color the widow answered,—
"At least, I will try."
"I knew you would; and if you will only tell them the 'sweet story of old,' as I heard you telling it to Johnny one of the first visits I made you, and while I was waiting in the entry for you to answer my knock, it is all I will ask. Ever since that time I have only been waiting for summer so that the little ones, Ella among the rest, can go out."
"She tells me beautiful stories about Daniel in the lion's den," exclaimed Johnny; "and about Joseph in prison. I can read them, too, in my new Bible."
"There is a small vestry which seems made on purpose for your school," suggested Mr. Miles.
"Where we hope to see you next Sabbath," added the lady.
"I will do the best I can," was the humble reply; "and I am sure I shall love the work."