Yes, I will tell you all about it'; but, half crying, as though she had little hope of contesting my will, 'You will not leave that picture to make my heart ache more than, it does now ?' 'My poor Phoebe,' I said, kissing her, 'when your heart once aches for the thought of another's sorrow your healing will have begun.

Let that picture say to you what no one has said to you before, "that all your life you have been an idolater, that you have worshipped only yourself and one other--"' 'Whom?
What do you mean?
Have you heard of Robert ?' she asked excitedly.
'To-morrow is Sunday,' I returned, touching her softly.

'I am going to church in the morning, and I shall not be here until evening; but we shall have time then for a long talk, and you shall tell me everything.' And then, without waiting for an answer, I left the room.

It was late indeed.

Miss Locke had long returned, and was busying herself over her sister's supper; she held up her finger to me smiling as I passed, and I peeped in.
Kitty was lying on the rug, fast asleep, with the doll in her arms.
'I found them like this when I came in,' whispered Miss Locke; 'she must have been listening to the music and fallen asleep.