It was not till that moment that Margaret realised the change; found her eyes filling with tears, as she looked round, and saw the familiar furniture and ornaments.
They were instantly checked as she heard her father returning, but not so that he did not perceive them, and exclaim that it had been too much for her.

"Oh, no--it was only the first time," said Margaret, losing the sense of the painful vacancy in her absorbing desire not to distress her father, and thinking only of him as she watched him standing for some minutes leaning on the mantel-shelf with his hand shading his forehead.
She began to speak as soon as she thought he was ready to have his mind turned away: "How nicely Ritchie managed! He carried me so comfortably and easily.

It is enough to spoil me to be so deftly waited on." "I'm glad of it," said Dr.May; "I am sure the change is better for you;" but he came and looked at her still with great solicitude.
"Ritchie can take excellent care of me," she continued, most anxious to divert his thoughts.

"You see it will do very well indeed for you to take Harry to school." "I should like to do so.

I should like to see his master, and to take Norman with me," said the doctor.