Frances E. Crompton, The Christmas Fairy, and Other Stories
“ At last Bertie Fellowes thrust his mother's letter into his friend's hand. "Read it," he sobbed.So Shivers made himself master of Mrs. Fellowes' letter and understood the cause of the boy's outburst of grief. "Old fellow," he said at last, "don't fret over it. It might be worse. Why, you might be like me, with your father and mother thousands of miles away. When Aggie is better, you'll be able to go home—and it'll help your mother if she thinks you are almost as happy as if you were at home. It must be worse for her—she has cried ever so over her letter—see, it's all tear-blots." ”
