But his death was sudden--he was in his grave when I first heard of it--and--Oh, he was so good to me; he was so good to me!" The gay high-spirited little creature who took the lead among them all--who was the life and soul of the school--hid her face in her hands, and burst out crying.
Startled and--to do her justice--ashamed, Francine attempted to make excuses.

Emily's generous nature passed over the cruel persistency that had tortured her.

"No no; I have nothing to forgive.

It isn't your fault.

Other girls have not mothers and brothers and sisters--and get reconciled to such a loss as mine.