My boy,--my poor boy! If I could only feel easy about him! If I thought, oh, if I could just think, you cared for him! I know I ought not to speak of it, but--it is all I want to make me happy.

I might have had a little more of life, a few months, perhaps, if it had not been for the accident.

There, there, you mustn't be distressed; but if I could know you cared for him, it would be worth dying for, Lois." "I do care for him!" Lois sobbed.

"We all do!" Mrs.Forsythe shook her head.

"You are the only one I want; if you told me you would love him, I should be happy, so happy! Perhaps you don't like to say it.