You can finish to-morrow." Then she laid down the simple letter, and sat very still for a little while.

Her heart was busy.

There is a solitary place that girdles our life into which it is good to enter at the close of every day.

There we may sit still with our own soul, and commune with it; and out of its peace pass easily into the shadowy kingdom of sleep, and find a little space of rest prepared.

So Charlotte sat in quiet meditation until Sophia was fathoms deep below the tide of life.