He always kept his body swinging, and he loved to play.

He often slighted his work shamefully, and sometimes her a little; that is why she hated it--Elnora, what are you making me do ?" The tears were rolling down Elnora's cheeks.

"Oh, Aunt Margaret," she sobbed.

"Why haven't you told me about him sooner?
I feel as if you had given my father to me living, so that I could touch him.

I can see him, too! Why didn't you ever tell me before?
Go on! Go on!" "I can't, Elnora! I'm scared silly.