"I thought you had forgotten me," she said, yawning and stretching out her plump little arms.
Sydney's heart ached when she thought of the separation that was to come with the next day; her despair forced its way to expression in words.
"I wish I could forget you," she answered, in reckless wretchedness.
The child was still too drowsy to hear plainly.

"What did you say ?" she asked.

Sydney gently lifted her in the bed, and kissed her again and again.

Kitty's sleepy eyes opened in surprise.

"How cold your hands are!" she said; "and how often you kiss me.