"I used to do that way with god-mother's picture when I was a lonely little thing at the Cuckoo's nest.

I'd whisper my troubles and show her my treasures, and feel that she kept watch over me while I slept.

It comforted me many a time, when there was no one else to go to, and is one of my dearest recollections now of those days when I felt so little and lonesome and uncared for." "How Jack would laugh at me," exclaimed Mary, presently, "if he knew that one of my air-castles had collapsed.

He is always teasing me about building sky-scrapers without any foundation.

On my way out here Mrs.
Stockton told me a lot of stories about her school days.