You and I are never going to part any more; are we ?" Hetty gave her a long, strange, troubled look, and then suddenly broke out into wild weeping.
"Oh, is it true?
Is it really true?
Oh, Reine, my sister; if, after this, it comes to be false--I shall die!" "It cannot come to be false, because it is reality," insisted Reine, as she rocked her weeping sister in her arms.

"I shall be mother and sister and all to you, Helen--my poor little motherless darling! Cry away, my dearest, for this once, and then you shall have some tea.

And after that you are never to cry any more.

You and I will have a great deal too much to say and do together to spend our time over crying.

But oh, Hetty--Helen--if mother and father were only here this day!" And then Reine cried again herself, and Hetty was the comforter.