I know your prayers will follow me, and I shall always be your affectionate son.
"P.S .-- The boys may have those chestnuts and walnuts in my room--and in my drawer there is a bit of ribbon with a locket on it I was going to give cousin Diana.

Perhaps she won't care for it, though; but if she does, she is welcome to it--it may put her in mind of old times."' And this is all he said, with bitterness in his heart, as he leaned on the window and looked out at the great yellow moon that was shining so bright as to show the golden hues of the overhanging elm boughs and the scarlet of an adjoining maple.
A light ripple of laughter came up from below, and a chestnut thrown up struck him on the hand, and he saw Diana and Bill step from out the shadowy porch.
"There's a chestnut for you, Mr.Owl," she called, gaily, "if you _will_ stay moping up there! Come, now, it's a splendid evening; _won't_ you come ?" "No, thank you.

I sha'n't be missed," was the reply.
"That's true enough; the loss is your own.

Good bye, Mr.Philosopher." "Good bye, Diana." Something in the tone struck strangely through her heart.

It was the voice of what Diana never had felt yet--deep suffering--and she gave a little shiver.
"What an _awfully_ solemn voice James has sometimes," she said; and then added, with a laugh, "it would make his fortune as a Methodist minister." The sound of the light laugh and little snatches and echoes of gay talk came back like heartless elves to mock Jim's sorrow.
"So much for _her_," he said, and turned to go and look for his mother..