"Don't be vexed with me.

I am but a baby, and have no mother.

When I saw you, it was as if heaven had come down into hell, and I did not think to help it.

How beautiful you are! How good of you to come to me!" "Oh, Cosmo!" cried Lady Joan--and now large silent tears were running down her cheeks--"to think of the way you and your father took me and mine in, and here you have been lying ill--I don't know how long--in a place not fit for a beggar!" "That's just what I am!" returned Cosmo with a smile, feeling already almost well.

"I have such a long story to tell you, Joan! I remember all about it now." "Why didn't you write,-- ?" said Joan, and checked herself, for alas! if he had written, what would she not have found herself compelled to do!--"Why didn't you send for me at once?
They told me there was a young gardener lying ill, and of course I never dreamed it could be you.