His little heart was full, and his eyes, swimming with tears, were turned at every moment to the door.

But he did not show the violent grief that might have been expected.

His very desolation, amidst the unfamiliar faces, awed and chilled him.

But when Martha took him to bed, and undressed him, and he knelt down to say his prayers, and came to the words, "Pray God bless dear mamma, and make me a good child," his heart could contain its load no longer, and he sobbed with a passion that alarmed the good-natured servant.

She had been used, however, to children, and she soothed and caressed him, and told him of all the nice things he would do, and the nice toys he would have; and at last, silenced, if not convinced, his eyes closed, and, the tears yet wet on their lashes, he fell asleep.
It had been arranged that Catherine should return home that night by a late coach, which left the town at twelve.