My dead brother bought it for me when he was a boy at school, and it is one of the things I most prize.

He is dead, you know, and that makes it doubly dear to me.

That is why I want you to have it, because I have so much and you so little.' My speech moved her a little, for her great eyes softened as she looked at me.
'So you have been in trouble, too,' she said softly.

'And yet you can sing like a bird that has lost its way and finds itself nearly at the gate of Paradise.' 'Shall I tell you about my trouble ?' I returned, sitting down by the bed.

It wrung my heart to talk of Charlie, but I knew the history of his suffering and patience would teach Phoebe a valuable lesson.
An hour passed by unheeded, and when I had finished I exclaimed at the lateness of the hour.
'Ay, you have tired yourself; you look quite pale,' was her answer; 'but you have made me forget myself for the first time in my life.' She stopped, and then with more effort continued, 'Come again to-morrow, and I will tell you my trouble; it is worse than yours, and has made me the crazy creature you see.