My mother said nothing to me about it, fearing I might catch the disease.

Sonia died the second day, and my name was the last word on her lips.

I cried very much when they told me, and since then I have never forgotten my little Sonia." "A strange story," said Loulou softly; "such a little girl to fall in love so suddenly.

Yes," she went on, "if she had grown up--" She could not say more, as Wilhelm, who had come near her, looked at her with wide-open, far-seeing eyes, and suddenly threw his arms round her.

She cried out softly, and sank on his breast.