She saw he was living in the past, and he was praying for the letter which she would gladly have written had she but known.
"No message, and it is now so long." "It will come to-morrow," whispered Betty.
"Now, mother, that is what you always say," said the invalid, as he began to toss his head wearily to and fro.

"Will she never tell me?
It is not like her to keep me in suspense.

She was the sweetest, truest, loveliest girl in all the world.

When I get well, mother, I ant going to find out if she loves me." "I am sure she does.

I know she loves you," answered Betty.
"It is very good of you to say that," he went on in his rambling talk.