She walked over to the fire, and stood looking thoughtfully up at the two portraits hanging over the mantel--Captain Danton at twenty-seven, and his wife at twenty-four.
"Poor mamma!" Kate said, with a rare tenderness in her voice.

"How pretty she was! Do you remember her, Eeny ?" "No," said Eeny.

"You know I was such a little thing, Kate.

All I know about her is what Margery tells me." "Who is Margery ?" "My old nurse, and Harry's, and yours, and Rose's.

She nursed us all, babies, and took care of mamma when she died.