I dare say, Gracie, she'll fall into all our little ways without really knowing; and you, in point of fact, will be mistress of the house as much as you ever were.

Lillie is delicate, and never has had any care, and will be only too happy to depend on you.

She's one of the gentle, dependent sort, you know." To this statement, Grace did not reply.

She only began nervously sweeping together the _debris_ of leaves and flowers which encumbered the table, on which the newly arranged flower-vases were standing.
Then she arranged the vases with great precision on the mantel-shelf.
As she was doing it, so many memories rushed over her of that room and her mother, and the happy, peaceful family life that had hitherto been led there, that she quite broke down; and, sitting down in the chair, she covered her face, and went off in a good, hearty crying spell.
Poor John was inexpressibly shocked.

He loved and revered his sister beyond any thing in the world; and it occurred to him, in a dim wise, that to be suddenly dispossessed and shut out in the cold, when one has hitherto been the first object of affection, is, to make the best of it, a real and sore trial.
But Grace soon recovered herself, and rose up smiling through her tears.