It was so good to see that friendly familiar face once more--she clung to him with a sense of unspeakable trust and relief, and cried in the fullness of her heart.
He let her tears flow for awhile, sitting beside her, and stroking the faded, disordered hair away from the wan, pale face.
"There! there!" he said, at last, "we have had tears enough now.

Look up and let me talk to you.

What did you think when you received no answer to your letter ?" "I thought you all very cruel.

I thought I was forgotten." "Of course you did; but you are not forgotten, and it is my fault that you have had no letter.

I wanted to surprise you; and I have brought a letter from your father breathing nothing but love and forgiveness." "Give it to me!" cried Rose, breathlessly; "give it to me!" "Can't, unfortunately, yet awhile.