Franky is dead.

He died with his arms around my neck, and told me not to wake you." Mrs.Howard was in the last stages of consumption, and now after weeping over her only boy until her tears seemed dried, she lay back half fainting upon her pillow.

Towards daylight a violent coughing fit ensued, during which an ulcer was broken, and she knew that she was dying.

Beckoning Mary to her side, she whispered, "I am leaving you alone, in the wide world.

Be kind to Ella, and our dear little Allie, and go with her where she goes.