I cannot recollect who told me of her death.

Do you remember her ?" "Oh yes," said Jane, "perfectly.

We did not lose her till after--my father went away." "I suppose she took the trouble to heart," I said, reflectively; and then was sorry I had said it.

But Jane answered, "Yes," readily; then dropped her face between her hands, and remained plunged in one of her motionless fits of abstraction for half an hour.
I never alluded to this subject again to Jane, but one evening when Mopsie and I were alone together, the child spoke of it herself.
"Margery," she said, "you are holding me now just as sister Mary used to hold me with both her arms round my waist, when I was a tiny little thing, and she used to play with me in our nursery in London." "You remember her, then ?" I said.
"Yes," said Mopsie.

"I remember her like a dream.