"Won't you look at Clara and Lucy, George?
They have been so good to us.

If Lucy had been my own child, she could not have been kinder to me." Mr.Waldeaux turned and raised his crepe-bound hat, looking at Lucy in her soft gray gown vaguely, as he might at a white gull dropped on the shore.
"I suppose I never shall see her again," said his mother.

"Clara tells me she is besieged by lovers.

She is going to marry a German prince, probably." "That would be a pity," George said, with a startled glance back at the girl.
"Good-by, my dear!" Mrs.Waldeaux leaned over the bulwark.

"She is beautiful as an angel! Good-by, Lucy! God bless you!" she sobbed, kissing her hand.
Mr.Waldeaux looked steadily at Lucy.