"I think about him every day, and I know he thinks about me.

So, now, mother Angeline, you must cheer up.

You will, won't you?
It won't do to be sad when Tite is away." And, after patting Angeline on the shoulder and kissing her cheek, "you shall see, now," she resumed, bringing forward the basket, "what nice presents I have brought for you, Mother Angeline.

Made these all with my own hands." Here the happy, smiling girl drew from her basket a number of frills and wristlets, a worsted-worked candle mat, and a cambric handkerchief, in one corner of which she had ingeniously worked Angeline's name.

"They are all for you, Mother Angeline, all for you," she said, tossing them one after another into her lap.