“Ah! but I didn’t like to tell you ,” says Dora, “ then , how I had cried over them, because I believed you really liked me! When I can run about again as I used to do, Doady, let us go and see those places where we were such a silly couple, shall we? And take some of the old walks? And not forget poor papa?”

“Yes, we will, and have some happy days. So you must make haste to get well, my dear.”

“Oh, I shall soon do that! I am so much better, you don’t know!”

It is evening; and I sit in the same chair, by the same bed, with the same face turned towards me. We have been silent, and there is a smile upon her face. I have ceased to carry my light burden up and down stairs now. She lies here all the day.

“Doady!”