This picture of a happy home he had drawn with a dreamy voice, as one would describe a fancy rather than a reality.
After a pause he went on: "The thing I thought impossible happened suddenly, fearfully, while I was even hugging myself in my prosperity and happiness.

She died.

A week before she had given me a sister for my boy.

Our cup of joy seemed full to overflowing.

The mother and child throve as well as any one could expect.