At the worst, he can only take all the money.
And then, when you are great and rich and famous, and more beautiful than ever, and when the people turn their heads as you come into the room, like we used to at school when the missionary came to lecture, I know that you will think of me (because you won't forget me as some sisters do), and of how, years and years before, so long ago that the time looks quite small when you think of it, I told you that it would be so just before I died." Here the girl, who had been speaking with a curious air of certainty and with a gravity and deliberation extraordinary for one so young, suddenly broke off to cough.

Her sister threw herself on her knees beside her, and, clasping her in her arms, implored her in broken accents not to talk of dying.

Jeannie drew Augusta's golden head down on her breast and stroked it.
"Very well, Gussie, I won't say any more about it," she said; "but it is no good hiding the truth, dear.

I am tired of fighting against it; it is no good--none at all.

Anyhow we have loved each other very much, dear; and perhaps--somewhere else--we may again."-- And the brave little heart again broke down, and, overcome by the prescience of approaching separation, they both sobbed bitterly there upon the sofa.