'It is my own dear nurse,' they heard her say--those were my darling's last words." When Dawson had left the room Malcolm looked at Anna with a smile.
"Well," he said tentatively, "have you made up your mind about to-morrow; is it to be Kew, or Cookham and Henley ?" But to his surprise the question seemed to embarrass the girl.
"We have been so often to Kew," she returned in a hesitating voice; "and though the Quarry woods are delightful, it will be so hot on the river.

There is something I should like so much better, but I am afraid you will laugh at me." But as Malcolm continued to look at her with an indulgent smile, she went on with renewed courage-- "I hope you will not think me absurd, but I should so love to see your chambers in Lincoln's Inn, and Malachi, and the pigeons, and little Kit with the curly red fringe, and the old cobbler; and afterwards," and here Anna caught her breath with excitement, "we could go to Cheyne Walk and have tea and look at the river and talk." "My dear child," in quite a startled voice, "what a programme for a birthday!" "It will be just lovely," returned Anna with sparkling eyes.

"I do so long to see Goliath and Yea-Verily and Babs.

You know, Malcolm, I have only been twice to your rooms in Cheyne Walk--once with mother, and once when we had been to the Albert Hall--and each time the Kestons were away." "And you want to see little Verity.

I am not sure that she is quite up to your mark, Anna; she and Goliath are rather Bohemian." "Oh, but you like her, and she makes you so happy and comfortable.