No longer could she see the darling little kid and watch its growth.

She would be unable to tell when the moment had come for it to be hitched to a carriage to be driven about by her.

She might not be allowed even to do that! She hoped, however, that her father might be back by that time and that then everything would be different.

Cornelli danced with joy at that thought, and her old gaiety seemed to return.

She felt like going to Esther and talking it all over with her good old friend.