Give me more, more; mother won't care, for I got it myself, and tried not to breathe, so she could sleep--and Carrie, too, is dead--dead." Lenora fiercely grasped her mother's arm, and said, "How could you refuse him water, and sleep while he got it himself ?" But Mrs.Hamilton needed not that her daughter should accuse her.
Willie had been her favorite, and the tears which she dropped upon his pillow were genuine.

The physician who was called pronounced his disease to be scarlet fever, saying that its violence was greatly increased by a severe cold which he had taken.
"You have killed him, mother; you have killed him!" said Lenora.
Twenty-four hours had passed since, with straining ear, Carrie had listened for the morning train, and again down the valley floated the smoke of the engine, and over the blue hills echoed the loud scream of the locomotive; but no sound could awaken the fair young sleeper, though Willie started, and throwing up his hands, one of which, the right one, was firmly clinched, murmured, "Maggie, Maggie." Ten minutes more and Margaret was there, weeping in agony over the inanimate form of her sister, and almost shrieking as she saw Willie's wild eye, and heard his incoherent words.

Terrible to Mr.Hamilton was this coming home.

Like one who walks in sleep, he went from room to room, kissing the burning brow of one child, and then, while the hot breath was yet warm upon his lips, pressing them to the cold face of the other.
All day Margaret sat by her dying brother, praying that he might be spared until Walter came.

Her prayer was answered; for at nightfall Walter was with them.