Be good to my mother and father while I am gone.

Be good to them for my sake.

You will, won't you, Mattie ?" Mattie's blue eyes filled with tears, the wind tossed her golden curls over her fair neck and shoulders, and there was something so tender and touching in the picture of these young lovers.

"I have made you a solemn promise, Tite," she replied, in broken accents.

"That promise shall be kept sacred.