And it isn't your fault; you don't make them love you.

I know it." "Thank you, dear," Lyndall said.

"It is nice to be loved, but it would be better to be good." Then they wished good night, and Em went back to her room.

Long after Lyndall lay in the dark thinking, thinking, thinking; and as she turned round wearily to sleep she muttered: "There are some wiser in their sleeping than in their waking.".