She laid her head on his bosom, and said, "It's all no use, papa, to keep it to myself any longer.

The time is coming that I am going to leave you.

I am going, and never to come back!" and Eva sobbed.
"O, now, my dear little Eva!" said St.Clare, trembling as he spoke, but speaking cheerfully, "you've got nervous and low-spirited; you mustn't indulge such gloomy thoughts.

See here, I've bought a statuette for you!" "No, papa," said Eva, putting it gently away, "don't deceive yourself!--I am _not_ any better, I know it perfectly well,--and I am going, before long.

I am not nervous,--I am not low-spirited.