Vernon, weary of crying, soon sank to sleep; but not so Eric.

He sat on a low stool, his face buried in his hands, breaking the stillness every now and then with his convulsive sobs.
"O Aunty," he cried, "do you think I shall ever see them again?
I have been so wicked, and so little grateful for all their love.

O, I wish I had thought at Roslyn how soon I was to lose them." "Yes, dearest," said Mrs.Trevor, "I have no doubt we shall all meet again soon.

Your father is only going for five years, you know, and that will not seem very long.

And then they will be writing continually to us, and we to them.