I am afraid it will be many months before I get well again.

I think I shall resign myself to proper invalids' fashions.

I will have some pretty lace caps, Laura, and we will have more books." Then a wistful expression crossed her face and she said: "I would give anything on earth to walk, even only for ten minutes, by the side of the river; as I lie here I think so much about it.

I know it in all its moods--when the wind hurries it and the little wavelets dash along; when the tide is deep and the water overflows among the reeds and grasses; when it is still and silent and the shadows of the stars lie on it, and when the sun turns it into a stream of living gold, I know it well." "You will see it again soon," said my father, in a broken voice.

"I will drive you down any time you like." But my mother said nothing.