She had been to San Francisco, and what I learned about the world was from her.

Thank you for the books." "You were born on the island ?" "I believe so." "You don't remember your mother ?" "Oh, no; she died when I was very little." She showed him the locket; and he studied the face.

It was equally as beautiful but not quite so fine as the daughter's.

He returned the locket without comment.
"Perhaps things would have been different if she had lived." "No doubt," he replied.

"Mine died while I was over here.