How patient she used to be with us!" and after a day or two, they would have danced and sung the same as ever.

But one day had so beggared them in affection, that they leaned upon her as their only earthly support.
After an almost untasted breakfast, they all went back to the desolated home.

The flowery parlor seemed awfully lonesome.

The piano was closed, the curtains drawn, and their father's chair was placed against the wall.

The murmur of the fountain sounded as solemn as a dirge, and memories filled the room like a troop of ghosts.