How can mamma look after holly-leaves in her present state?
And yet she will miss them, too.
Poor mamma sees very little that is pretty; but she has not forgotten how pleasant pretty things are." "I wish I knew your mother, Grace." "I think it would be impossible for any one to know mamma now,--for any one who had not known her before.

She never makes even a new acquaintance.

She seems to think that there is nothing left for her in the world but to try and keep papa out of misery.

And she does not succeed in that.

Poor papa!" "Is he very unhappy about this wicked accusation ?" "Yes; he is very unhappy.