"I dare say you have heard about--my boys.

They all died within three years, and Augusta and I were left alone.

Generally I get along, but to-day--perhaps because it is the first spring day, and they were so young and full of promise--it seems as if I must speak about them.

Do you mind ?" Pamela took the hand that lay on the black silk lap and kissed it.

"Ah, my dear," she said.
"Archie was my eldest son.