It's just a week since father came.

He wants to stay a while longer, dreadfully, but he says his business at home can't be put off, and of course I'm going with him.

Do you know, Peace, I can't bear to have him out of the room five minutes, I'm so silly.

It seems all the time as if I were dreaming a real beautiful dream, and when I woke up, the awful days would come back, and he'd be dead again.

I keep wanting to kiss him and feel of him all the time." "You poor child!" said Peace, her eyes dimming a little, "how strange it all has been.