It quiets me for a moment, but does not make me unhappy.

Pet had a twin sister who died when we could just see her eyes--exactly like Pet's--above the table, as she stood on tiptoe holding by it.' 'Ah! indeed, indeed!' 'Yes, and being practical people, a result has gradually sprung up in the minds of Mrs Meagles and myself which perhaps you may--or perhaps you may not--understand.

Pet and her baby sister were so exactly alike, and so completely one, that in our thoughts we have never been able to separate them since.

It would be of no use to tell us that our dead child was a mere infant.

We have changed that child according to the changes in the child spared to us and always with us.