Presently, when she returned from her errand down-town, she cried out with delight when she saw her; and the child ran to meet her, and clung to her, with her flaxen head snuggled close to her cheek.

Ellen caught the child up, seated herself, and sat cuddling her as she used to cuddle her doll.
"You dear little thing!" she murmured, "you dear little thing! You did come to see Ellen, didn't you ?" And the child gazed up in the young girl's face with a rapt expression.

Nothing can express the admiration, which is almost as unquestionable as worship, of a very little girl for a big one.

Amabel loved her mother with a rather unusual intensity for a child, but Ellen was what she herself would be when she was grown up.

Through Ellen her love of self and her ambition budded into blossom.