Won't you come in ?" "Not this morning, thank you," and away they galloped.

Sally looking after them with admiring eyes, and a murmured exclamation, "How pretty and sweet she is!" It was not an envious sigh that accompanied the words, but born of mingled emotions,--the half-formed thought, "Shall I ever know such pleasures.
Alas, they are not for me!" quickly succeeded by another,--"Ah, that sweet child cannot live to maturity, and be always as happy and free from care, as now." Her mother's shrill voice recalled her to herself, "Why do you stand there?
What's that they gave you ?" "A note, mother.

It's directed to me." "Then make haste and read it." "Shall I not give you your breakfast first ?" "No, no! do as I bid you." So the girl read the missive aloud without delay.
It was from Mrs.Travilla, and stated that she had already written to engage a room for Mrs.Gibson in a cottage in a quiet little seaside town; a place recommended by Doctor Morton as very suitable; and that she would secure a competent nurse to go with her.
"Why can't she send you, too, instead of hiring a stranger to go with me ?" here interrupted Mrs.Gibson, angrily.
"Wait, mother," said Sally in quivering tones, tears of joy and gratitude filling her eyes.
She dashed them away and read on.
"I have another plan for you.

Doctor Morton told you his opinion,--that your case was hopeless.

But do not despair; mistakes are often made even by the most skilful men.