She played quiet little games with them, told them beautiful stories, showed them pictures and drew others for them, dressed dolls for Rosie and cut paper horses for Walter.
Several hours were passed thus, then seeing them begin to look weary--for they were still weak from their recent illness--she coaxed them to lie down while she sang them to sleep.
The closed eyes and soft breathing telling that they slept, she rose and bent over them a moment, gazing tenderly into each little face, then drawing out her watch and turning to the old nurse, whispered, "It is time for me to dress for dinner, mammy.

I'll go now, but if they wake and want me let me know at once." Her toilet was scarcely completed when the sound of wheels caught her ears.
"There! mamma has come! Dear, dear mamma!" she said half aloud, and presently hastened from the room to meet and welcome her.
But instead a servant was coming leisurely up the broad stairway.
"Where is mamma, Prilla ?" the young girl asked in a slightly disappointed tone.
"Miss Elsie not come yet, Miss Wilet.

De gentlemen is in de drawin'-room," Prilla answered, handing two visiting-cards to her young mistress.
"'Donald Keith, U.S.A.,'" read Violet with a brightening countenance, as she glanced at the first.
On the other was inscribed, "L.

Raymond, U.S.N." Violet hastening to the drawing-room, met her cousin with outstretched hand and cordial greeting.
"I am so glad you have come, Cousin Donald! We have all wanted you to see Ion." "Thank you, Cousin Violet; you can't have wished it more than I, I am sure," he said, with a look of delight.

"Allow me to introduce my friend, Captain Raymond, of the navy.