We have had so much to contend against.
At one time, just after your poor father's death, things looked very cheerless: I used to fret dreadfully on your account.

But everything, you see, was for the best.' Adela had something to say and could not find the fitting moment.

She first drew her chair a little nearer to her mother.
'Yes, mother, I am happy,' she murmured.
'Silly child! As if I didn't know best.

It's always the same, but _you_ had the good sense to trust to my experience.' Adela slipped from her seat and put her arms about her mother.
'What is it, dear ?' The reply was whispered.

Adela's embrace grew closer; her face was hidden, and all at once she began to sob.
'Love me, mother! Love me, dear mother!' Mrs.Waltham beamed with real tenderness.