No need to alter all my neat M.B.'s, done in turkey-red cotton.

Well, well! every one's turn comes sometime, but mine's rather long a-coming." The faithful old servant came up to Maggie, and put her hand caressingly on her shoulder.

Maggie threw her arms round her neck, and kissed the brown, withered face.
"God bless thee, bairn," said Nancy, solemnly.

It brought the low music of peace back into the still recesses of Maggie's heart.

She began to look out for her lover; half-hidden behind the muslin window curtain, which waved gently to and fro in the afternoon breezes.