"It is from Knutsford--mamma's home." Ronald looked up in sudden, pained surprise.
"Mamma's home!" The words smote him like a blow.

He remembered Dora's offense--her cold letter, her hurried flight, his own firm resolve never to receive her in his home again--but he had not remembered that the children must love her--that she was part of their lives.

He could not drive her memory from their minds.

There before him lay the pretty picture of "mamma's home." "This," said Lillian, "is the Elms.

See those grand old trees, papa! This is the window of Mamma's room, and this was our study." He looked with wonder.