I had written a few lines to him saying I was going to you; happily they never reached--that was spared to my dear father." Maggie saw the look of restored confidence that passed between father and son.
"My mother ?" said she at last.
"She is here," said they both at once, with sad solemnity.
"Oh, where?
Why did not you tell me ?" exclaimed she, starting up.

But their faces told her why.
"Edward is drowned--is dead," said she, reading their looks.
There was no answer.
"Let me go to my mother." "Maggie, she is with him.

His body was washed ashore last night.

My father and she heard of it as they came along.

Can you bear to see her?
She will not leave him." "Take me to her," Maggie answered.
They led her into a bed-room.