It is their way of showing attention to your father and myself.

And you must mind and work doubly hard on Thursdays to make up for playing on Wednesdays." Maggie was in a flush of sudden color, and a happy palpitation of her fluttering little heart.

She could hardly feel any sorrow that the kind Frank was going away, so brimful was she of the thoughts of seeing his mother; who had grown strangely associated in her dreams, both sleeping and waking, with the still calm marble effigies that lay for ever clasping their hands in prayer on the altar-tombs in Combehurst church.

All the week was one happy season of anticipation.

She was afraid her mother was secretly irritated at her natural rejoicing; and so she did not speak to her about it, but she kept awake till Nancy came to bed, and poured into her sympathizing ears every detail, real or imaginary, of her past or future intercourse with Mrs.Buxton, and the old servant listened with interest, and fell into the custom of picturing the future with the ease and simplicity of a child.
"Suppose, Nancy! only suppose, you know, that she did die.