That will surely bring him at once, if it is possible for him to leave; but it will he three or four days now before the letter will reach him, and take a week for him to come.

Would you like to see him very much ?' 'Yes,' Maude answered with a sob, 'very much, but I never shall.

Jerrie, did Harold ever--did he--does he--love you ?' 'He never told me so,' Jerrie answered, frankly; 'but I have thought that he loved you' 'N--no,' Maude answered, piteously, with the great tears in her eyes.
'It is all a mistake, and when I am dead and Harold comes, promise to tell him something from me, will you ?' 'Yes,' Jerrie answered, and Maude continued: 'Tell him the very first time you and he are alone together, and speak of me, that I have been thinking and thinking until it came to me clear as day that it was all a mistake, a stupid blunder on my part.

I was always stupid, you know; but I believe my brain is a little clearer now.
Will you tell him, Jerrie ?' 'Mistake about what ?' Jerrie asked with a vague apprehension that the task imposed upon her might not be a pleasant one if she know all it involved.
'Harold will tell you what,' Maude answered 'He will understand what I mean, and you must tell him, for I shall not be here when he comes, I am sure of it.

I hope to live till Uncle Arthur comes, for I must see him and ask him not to be hard on poor father, and tell him that I am sorry that I have been so long in your place where you should have been.