We are sending her away with you because you love her and will know how to take care of her.

We are very anxious." "Your grace," Dowie faltered and one of the tears she had forced back when she was in the railway carriage rose insubordinately and rolled down her cheek, "just once I nursed a young lady who--looked as she does now.

I did my best with all my heart, the doctors did their best, everybody that loved her did their best--and there were a good many.

We watched over her for six months." "Six months ?" the Duchess' voice was an unsteady thing.
"At the end of six months we laid her away in a pretty country churchyard, with flowers heaped all over her--and her white little hands full of them.

And she hadn't--as much to contend with--as Miss Robin has." And in the minute of dead silence which followed more tears fell.