You will never hear me tell a falsehood, Felix." "I know that, mother," he replied, "but oh! I miss my father! He used to come to my bedside at nights, and kiss me, and say 'God bless you.' I tried always to keep awake till he came; but I was asleep the last time of all, and missed him.

Sometimes I feel frightened, as if he would never come again.

But grandmamma says he is gone on a long journey, and will come home some day, only she doesn't know when.

Phebe cries when I ask her.

Would it be too much trouble for you to come in at night sometimes, like my father did ?" he asked timidly.
"But I am not like your father," she answered.