"Here are all her gowns, and there are her hoods; and there--I know 'em all by heart now, and the place of every one.

And there, sir--" And he opened a cupboard, where lay in rows all Rose's dolls, and the worn-out playthings of her childhood.
"That's the pleasantest place of all in the room to me," said he, whispering still, "for it minds me of when--and maybe, she may become a little child once more, sir; it's written in the Scripture, you know--" "Amen!" said Amyas, who felt, to his own wonder, a big tear stealing down each cheek.
"And now," he whispered, "one thing more.

Look here!"-- and pulling out a key, he unlocked a chest, and lifted up tray after tray of necklaces and jewels, furs, lawns, cloth of gold.

"Look there! Two thousand pound won't buy that chest.

Twenty years have I been getting those things together.