You see--my daughter is very unreconciled, still, to things as they are; and no wonder, perhaps.

They are so different--from what they were!" Her voice broke a little.
"Of course," said Billy again, and this time the words were tinged with impatient indignation.

"If only there were something one could do to help!" "Thank you, my dear, but there isn't--indeed there isn't," rejoined the other, quickly; and Billy, looking into the proudly lifted face, realized suddenly that daughter Alice had perhaps inherited some traits from mother.

"We shall get along very well, I am sure.

My daughter has still another pupil.