She still spoke of two people.

As if Grant were with us still! How can one tell of the fading of a lily.

No one ever told of it all.
One day they sent for me, and when I came the sweetest woman lay upon her couch! She had talked with her children much that day, and told them many things--of plannings for their futures.

She had, for the first time, told them of all their father had designed, or hoped, or guessed for each of them.

And they had been very happy, and thought she would recover.