And then slow tears would trickle down her cheeks, very slow, one by one, till they would fall as telltales on her mother's hand.
'Katie, my darling Katie,' the mother would say.
'I'm only tired, mamma,' would be her answer.

'Don't move, mamma; pray don't move.

I am so comfortable.' And then at night she would put herself to rest close circled in Linda's arms.

She would twist up her little feet, and lie so quiet there, that Linda would remain motionless that she might not disturb her Katie's sleep; but soon warm tears would be running on her bosom, and she would know that Katie was still thinking of her love.
Linda, among all her virtues, had not that of reticence, and her mother had soon learnt from her what had been said that night in their bedroom about Charley.

But this violation of confidence, if it was a violation, was hardly necessary to make Mrs.Woodward aware of what was passing in her daughter's bosom.