Did Robert Moncton or Dinah North know of your existence, the green sod would not lie long unpiled upon your head.

You think I do not love you, Philip!' she cried, passionately--'I do, I do, my poor child.

I have saved your life, though you think me so cross and stern.' "She knelt down beside me on the grass, flung her arms round me, and pressed me convulsively to her bosom, whilst big bright tears fell fast over my wondering countenance.
"'Mother,' I sobbed, 'I do love you sometimes--always, when you speak kindly, to me, as you do now; and I love dear little Alice--ah, so much! my heart is full of love--I cannot tell you how much.' "Rachel redoubled her weeping--a step sounded behind us--she sprang to her feet, as Dinah North, with the little Margaret Moncton in her arms, joined us.
"'What are you doing there, Rachel ?' growled forth the hard-hearted woman.

'Are you saying your prayers, or admiring the beauty of your son.

Hang the boy! though he is your child, I never can feel the least interest in him.' "'Is that his fault or yours ?' said my mother, coldly.
"'Ah, mine, of course,' said Dinah, bitterly.