"For what you sent to Mr. Cheetham."
"Oh!" said Grace, and blushed. Then she turned it off, and said she thought if any body ought to thank her for that, it was Mr. Cheetham.
"Ay, for the order. But the sweet words that came with it? Do you think I don't prize them above all the orders in the world?"
She colored high again. "What! did he show you my note?"
"He did: and that has made me his friend. Shall I tell you the effect of those words on me?"
"No; never mind. But I'm glad I put them in, if they did you any good."
"Any good? They made me a new man. I was defeated by the Trades: I was broken-hearted: and I hated every body. Good Dr. Amboyne had set me work to do; to save the lives of my fellow-creatures. But I couldn't; I hated them so. The world had been too unjust to me, I could not return it good for evil. My heart was full of rage and bitterness."
"That's a great pity--at your age. But really it is no wonder. Yes; you have been cruelly used." And the water stood in Grace's eyes.