I shall sleep better in my little room, and wake less unhappy.

Oh, mother!' as Mrs.
Fullerton entered at that moment with a half-finished note in her hand, 'I am telling Ursula how home-sick I am, and how I long for the dear old Lodge.

Do let us go back, mother darling: I want to hunt for violets again in the little shady hollow beyond the lime-tree walk.' 'Yes, dearest, we will go if you really wish it so much,' returned Mrs.
Fullerton, with a sigh.

'Why, my pet, did you think I should refuse ?' as Lesbia put her arms round her neck and thanked her.

'When a mother has only got one child she is not likely to deny her much: is she, Ursula ?' 'Oh, mother, how good you are to me!' returned Lesbia, and her blue eyes were shining with joy.