Papa never does cry; but I'm afraid he's feeling badly," responded Elsie, in the same hushed tone.

"Oh, dear, how horrid it is not even to have Clover at home! What _are_ we going to do without her and Katy ?" "I don't know I'm sure.

You can't think how queer I feel, Elsie,--just as if my heart had slipped out of its place, and was going down, down into my boots.

I think it must be the way people feel when they are homesick.

I had it once before when I was at Inches Mills, but never since then.