"I wish you were a man!" "Then I would always stay with you, Uncle." "Yes, yes! Now you must go to sleep and tomorrow I will take you to the Hippodrome." "And Ralph, too ?" "To be sure, Ralph goes, too." Then he tenderly laid Stephen back in bed and watched Lucy from the fireside.

She talked softly to him, as she went about the room, attending to those details of forethought of which mothers have the secret.

He watched her putting everything in place with silent pleasure.

He noted her deft, clever ways, the exquisite neatness of her dress, her small feet so trigly shod, her lovely face bending over the most trivial duty with a smile of sweet contentment; and he could not help thinking hopefully of Harry.

Indeed her atmosphere was so afar from whatever was evil or sorrowful that John wondered how he was to begin a conversation which must be a disturbance.
Presently the room was in perfect order, and the children asleep; then she touched a bell, but no one answered it.