But it is according to law." "What law, mother ?" "The law of the strong against the weak." "Oh, mother, it seems like a dreadful dream, a fearful nightmare! But I cannot shake it off.

Where is Gracie ?" "The dear child has been running down ever since her papa's death.

She clung to me night and day while I had the brain fever, and could not be persuaded to leave me.

She hardly ate anything for more than a week.

She has been dangerously ill for several days, and the doctor says she cannot live.