I wish now we'd saved money and you'd gone to visit her and met him when she first wrote of him.

You could have found out who and what he was, and with your experience you might have pointed out signs that would have helped her to see, before it was too late." "What do you think is the trouble ?" "I wish I knew! She simply is failing to mention him in her letters; all the joy of living has dropped from them, she merely writes about her work; and now she is beginning to complain of homesickness and to say that she doesn't know how to endure the city any longer.

There's something wrong." "Had I better go now ?" "Too late!" said mother, and I could hear her throat go wrong and the choke come into her voice.

"She is deeply in love with him; he hasn't found in her what he desires; probably he is not coming any more; what could you do ?" "I could go and see if there is anything I could do ?" "She may not want you.

I'll write her to-morrow and suggest that you or Laddie pay her a visit and learn what she thinks." "All right," said father.
He kissed her and went to sleep, but mother was awake yet, and she got up and stood looking down at the church and the two little white gravestones she could see from her window, until I thought she would freeze, and she did nearly, for her hands were cold and the tears falling when she examined my covers, and felt my face and hands before she went to bed.