I saw her then, almost every day." "And you loved my mother?
Say you did!" The young man spoke with a rising emotion that he could not restrain.
"Every body loved her," replied Jenny, simply and earnestly.
For a few moments Mark concealed his face with his hands, to hide the signs of feeling that were playing over it; then looking up again, he said-- "Jenny, because you knew my mother and loved her, we must be friends.

It was a great loss to me when she died.

The greatest loss I ever had, or, it may be, ever will have.

I have been worse since then.

Ah me! If she had only lived!" Again Mark covered his face with his hands, and, this time, he could not keep the dimness from his eyes.
It was a strange sight to Jenny to see the young man thus moved.