Bartley stood on his rights, and kept their one child, little Mary.

He was very fond of her, and as the mother saw her whenever she liked, his love for his child rather tended to propitiate Mrs.Bartley, though nothing on earth would have induced her to live with him again.
Little Mary was two months younger than Grace Hope, and, like her, had blue eyes and golden hair.

But what a difference in her condition! She had two nurses and every luxury.

Dressed like a princess, and even when in bed smothered in lace; some woman's eye always upon her, a hand always ready to keep her from the smallest accident.
Yet all this care could not keep out sickness.

The very day that Grace Hope began to cough and alarm her father, Mary Bartley flushed and paled, and showed some signs of feverishness.
The older nurse, a vigilant person, told Mr.Bartley directly; and the doctor was sent for post-haste.