The answers were, in one mind, "I trust we shall do well by her, dear little thing.

I see, on an emergency, that I know how to act.

I never thought I was capable of being of so much use, thanks to dear, dear mamma's training.

I shall manage, I am sure, and so they will all depend on me, and look up to me.
How nice it was to hear dear papa say what he did about the comfort of my being able to look after Margaret." In the other, "Poor darling, it is saddest of all for her, because she knows nothing, and will never remember her mamma! But if Margaret is but better, she will take care of her, and oh how we ought to try--and I, such a naughty wild thing--if I should hurt the dear little ones by carelessness, or by my bad example! Oh! what shall I do, for want of some one to keep me in order?
If I should vex papa by any of my wrong ways!" They heard the return of the others, and the sisters both sprang up, "May we bring her to you ?" said Flora.
"Yes, do, my dears." The sisters all came down together with the little one, and Flora put her down within the arm her father stretched out for her.

He gazed into the baby face, which, in its expressionless placidity, almost recalled her mother's tranquil sweetness.
"Gertrude Margaret," said Flora, and with a look that had more of tenderness than grief, he murmured, "My Daisy blossom, my little Maggie." "Might we ?" said Ethel, when Flora took her again, "might we take her to her godmother to see if she would notice her ?" He looked as if he wished it; but said, "No, I think not, better not rouse her," and sighed heavily; then, as they stood round his bed, unwilling to go, he added, "Girls, we must learn carefulness and thoughtfulness.