She has had a cold, and it has not gone away so soon as usual--something I think of her dear mother's delicacy--and so she requires care, my little Lily, a great deal of care.

But, thank God, the spring is before us.

Yes, yes; the soft air and sunshine, and then she'll be out again.

You know the garden, and her visits, and her little walks.

So I don't fret or despair.