It is good that you are so strong and untiring yourself." For awhile Mary went about feeling like a visitor, since there was little for her to do either in kitchen or sick-room.

Jack had not yet reached the stage when he needed amusement.

He seemed glad that she was home, and his eyes followed her wistfully about the room, but he did not attempt to talk much.

Sometimes the emptiness of the hours palled on her till she felt that she could not endure it.

She wrote long letters to Joyce and Betty and all the school-girls with whom she wanted to keep up a correspondence.