'Yes,' he said placidly, 'good-bye! Walter dear, good-bye!'-- turning his head to where he stood, and putting out his hand again.

'Where is Papa ?' He felt his father's breath upon his cheek, before the words had parted from his lips.
'Remember Walter, dear Papa,' he whispered, looking in his face.
'Remember Walter.

I was fond of Walter!' The feeble hand waved in the air, as if it cried 'good-bye!' to Walter once again.
'Now lay me down,' he said, 'and, Floy, come close to me, and let me see you!' Sister and brother wound their arms around each other, and the golden light came streaming in, and fell upon them, locked together.
'How fast the river runs, between its green banks and the rushes, 'Floy! But it's very near the sea.

I hear the waves! They always said so!' Presently he told her the motion of the boat upon the stream was lulling him to rest.

How green the banks were now, how bright the flowers growing on them, and how tall the rushes! Now the boat was out at sea, but gliding smoothly on.