Is she of a happy temper, naturally ?" "Well, no; I can't say that she is, ma'am.

She is too much like her mother: ever looking for a brighter day in the future." "And so unconscious of the few gleams of sunshine that play warmly about her feet--" "Yes, yes; all very true; very true;" said Mrs.Elder, despondingly.
"The days that look so bright in the future, never come." "They have never come to me." And the sick woman shook her head mournfully.

"Long, long ago, I ceased to expect them." And yet, in almost the next breath, Mrs.Elder said: "If Lotty were only here, I think I would be happy again." "You must try and extract some grains of comfort even from the present," replied the kind-hearted visitor.

"Consider me your friend, and look to me for whatever is needed.

I have brought you over some tea and sugar, a loaf of bread, and some nice pieces of ham.