The maternal instinct of the true woman awoke in her . She took a sudden liking to the child . He was a spiritual little creature , and his sufferings had made him old and wise . Once in the night he told Frances that he thought the angels must look like her . `` You are so sweet pretty , '' he said gravely . `` I never saw anyone so pretty , not even Miss C'rona . You look like a picture I once saw on Mr. Sherwood 's table when I was up at the manse one day ` fore I got so bad I could n't walk . It was a woman with a li'l baby in her arms and a kind of rim round her head . I would like something most awful much . '' `` What is it , dear ? '' said Frances gently . `` If I can get or do it for you , I will . '' `` You could , '' he said wistfully , `` but maybe you wo n't want to . But I do wish you 'd come here just once every day and sit here five minutes and let me look at you -- just that . Will it be too much trouble ? '' Frances stooped and kissed him . `` I will come every day , Jacky , '' she said ; and a look of ineffable content came over the thin little face . He put up his hand and touched her cheek . `` I knew you were good -- as good as Miss C'rona , and she is an angel . I love you . ''
When morning came XXXXX went home .
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