On December 1st he had taken to his bed, and he never rallied.
"He called for me ?" "Many times." They went up the stairs together and stood beside the bed.

The thought uppermost in Taffy's mind was--"He called for me.

He wanted me.

He was my father and I never knew him." But Humility in her sorrow groped amid such questions as these, "What has happened?
Who am I?
Am I she who yesterday had a husband and a child?
To-day my husband is gone and my child is no longer the same child." In her room old Mrs.Venning remembered the first days of her own widowhood, and life seemed to her a very short affair, after all.
Honoria saw Taffy beside the grave.

It was no season for out-of-door flowers, and she had rifled her hothouses for a wreath.