Maybe she would call me mother now." Poor Densie! Eagerly she waited for the close of that long sleep, her eye the first to note that it was ended, and 'Lina awake again.

Still the silence remained unbroken, while 'Lina seemed lost to all else save the thoughts burning at her breast--thoughts which brought a quiver to her lips, and forced out upon her brow great drops of sweat, which Densie wiped away, unnoticed, it may be, or at least unrebuked.

The noonday sun of May was shining broadly into the room, but to 'Lina it was night, and she said to Alice, now kneeling at her side: "It's growing dark; they'll light the street lamps pretty soon, and the band will play in the yard, but I shall not hear them.

New York and Saratoga are a great ways off, and so is Terrace Hill.

Tell him I meant to deceive him, but I did love him.