She and Doctor John had nursed her for months until the end came, and had then laid her away near the apple-trees she was so fond of.

But most of the faithful hearts who had loved her were still beating, and all were ready with a hearty welcome.
Archie was the one thing new--new to Lucy.

And yet she had no fear either for him or for Lucy.

When she saw him she would love him, and when she had known him a week she would never be separated from him again.

The long absence could not have wiped out all remembrance of the boy, nor would the new child crowd him from her heart.
When Doctor John sprang from his gig (the custom of his daily visits had never been broken) she could hardly wait until he tied his horse--poor Bess had long since given out--to tell him the joyful news.
He listened gravely, his face lighting up at her happiness.