You'll find them there in that drawer." Mary obeyed, but started as she opened the drawer, for there, on the top, lay a small, old-fashioned miniature, of a fair young child, so nearly resembling Franky, that the tears instantly came to her eyes.
"What is it ?" asked Mrs Campbell, and Mary replied, "This picture,--so much like brother Franky.

May I look at it ?" "Certainly," said Mrs.Campbell.

"That is a picture of my sister." For a long time Mary gazed at the sweet childish face, which, with its clustering curls, and soft brown eyes, looked to her so much like Franky.

At last, turning to Mrs.Campbell, she said, "You must have loved her very much.

What was her name ?" "Ella Temple," was Mrs.Campbell's reply, and Mary instantly exclaimed, "Why, _that was my mother's name_!" "Your mother, Mary!--your mother!" said Mrs.Campbell, starting up from her pillow.