"It has all been so like a dream, that merry morning, and then, slowly waking to find myself here in dear mamma's place, and papa watching over me.

Sometimes I think I have not half understood what it really is, and that I don't realise, that if I was up and about, I should find the house without her." "Yes; that is the aching part!" said Ethel.

"I am happy, sitting on her bed here with you.

You are a little of her, besides being my own dear Peg-top! You are very lucky to miss the mealtimes and the evenings." "That is the reason I don't feel it wrong to like to have papa sitting with me all the evening," said Margaret, "though it may make it worse for you to have him away.

I don't think it selfish in me to keep him.