Her triumph in seeing her enter the door with HER burden, repaid her for much of her former suffering.
It was characteristic of Mrs.B.never to rise in her majesty, unless she was sure she should be victorious.
This affair never met with an "after clap," like many others.
Thus passed a year.

The usual amount of scolding, but fewer whippings.
Mrs.B.longed once more for Mary's return, who had been absent over a year; and she wrote imperatively for her to come quickly to her.

A letter came in reply, announcing that she would comply as soon as she was sufficiently recovered from an illness which detained her.
No serious apprehensions were cherished by either parent, who constantly looked for notice of her arrival, by mail.

Another letter brought tidings that Mary was seriously ill; her mother's presence was solicited.
She started without delay.

Before she reached her destination, a letter came to the parents announcing her death.
No sooner was the astounding news received, than Frado rushed into Aunt Abby's, exclaiming:-- "She's dead, Aunt Abby!" "Who ?" she asked, terrified by the unprefaced announcement.
"Mary; they've just had a letter." As Mrs.B.was away, the brother and sister could freely sympathize, and she sought him in this fresh sorrow, to communicate such solace as she could, and to learn particulars of Mary's untimely death, and assist him in his journey thither.
It seemed a thanksgiving to Frado.