seemed so very long, and he was burning with impatience to get away.
The men came to work at length, and off he started with all possible speed. The porter at the door knew him again, and he was admitted without a word.
Nelly was expecting him; she knew it was visitors' day, and she was certain he would come, so she waited with closed eyes, listening for the footfall of her old friend.
She knew without looking up when he stooped beside her, and reached out her wasted hand, and drew down his weather-beaten wrinkled face and kissed him.
For a long time neither of them spoke. Joe felt if he attempted to utter a word it would choke him, for she was far more wasted than he had expected to see her, and somehow he felt that that was the last time they would ever meet on earth.
Nelly was the first to break the silence.
"I's so glad you's come, Joe," she said simply.
"Are 'e, my honey?" said Joe, with a choking in his throat.
"Ay," she replied; "I wanted to see yer once more.
You's been very good to me, Joe, and to Benny, an' I wanted to thank -you afore I died."
"I dunna want thanks, honey," he said, sitting down in the one chair by her bedside, and hiding his face in his hands.
"I know yer does not want 'em, Joe; but it does me good, an' I shall tell the Lord when I gets to heaven how good you've been."
