"My father, I am sure, will not tell me the truth about himself; he will be terribly lonely, and I am afraid of his health suffering more than it has done.

He thinks it a duty to my mother, that I should go to England now; but it will certainly be my duty to him to come back, at all risks, if he feels my being away as much as I fear he will." "You may at least depend upon one thing," she answered, "we will do all we can to take care of him." "Thank you, that I know.

But, Mrs.Costello, I should be so glad if you would write to me, and so give me the comfort of knowing exactly how he is." "Certainly I will.

You shall have a regular bulletin every mail if you like." "Indeed, I should like it.

And you will send me news also of yourself ?" Mrs.Costello sighed.
"I am forgetting," she said, "and making promises I may not be able to keep.