I wish we could have seen her." "I wish you could, Milly.

She would have smiled at you as she is smiling in the picture and you would have been sure to have loved her; all little children did.

I can remember seeing your mother, Milly, when she was about as old as you, cuddled up in a corner of that sofa over there, in 'grandmamma's pocket,' as she used to call it, listening with all her ears to great-grandmamma's stories.

There was one story called 'Leonora' that went on for years and years, till all the little children in it--and the little children who listened to it--were almost grown up; and then great-grandmamma always carried about with her a wonderful blue-silk bag full of treasures, which we used to be allowed to turn out whenever any of us had been quite good at our lessons for a whole week." "Mother has a bag like that," said Milly; "it has lots of little toys in it that father had when he was a little boy.

She lets us look at it on our birthdays.