"I nursed you often when you was a little blue-eyed, curly-haired, rosy cheeked baby.

You are very tall and very pretty, Miss; but you don't look like your mother.
She don't look like her mother.

You're Dantons, both of you; but Miss Rose, she looks like her, and Master Harry--ah, poor, dear Master Harry! He is killed; isn't he, Miss Kate ?" Kate did not speak.

She walked away from the old woman to a window, and Eeny saw she had grown very pale.
"Don't talk about Harry, Margery!" whispered Eeny, giving her a poke.
"Kate doesn't like it." "I beg your pardon, Miss," said Margery.

"I didn't mean to offend; but I nursed you all, and I knew your mamma when she was a little girl.