Mary was weak, that was all--just weak! At the sound of the girl's step in the doorway Mrs.Coombe opened her eyes.

They were very filmy to-night, blank, contented.

Her nervousness seemed to have left her.

Perhaps she was half asleep, for she yawned, an open, ugly yawn, which she did not trouble to raise her hand to hide.
"I have decided to take Jane with me, Esther." "I don't want to go," said Jane.
"Well, you are going--that's enough." "If you have really decided to go," began Esther slowly, "I think you are wise to take Jane.

We cannot tell yet just how Aunt Amy may be." The child returned to her book with a discontented sigh.