the most faithful, the most tender, the most strong, the most unselfish! Oh! Auntie, Auntie, he just turned and bowed and went away.

And he couldn't do anything else with the way I spoke to him; and now I shall never see him again!' The young girl's eyes ware still dry, but the old woman's were wet.

For a few minutes she kept softly stroking the bowed heat till the sobbing grew less and less, and then died away; and the girl lay still, collapsed in the abandonment of dry-eyed grief.
Then she rose, and taking off her dressing-gown, said tenderly: 'Let me stay with you to-night, dear one?
Go to sleep in my arms, as you did long ago when there was any grief that you could not bear.' So Stephen lay in those loving arms till her own young breast ceased heaving, and she breathed softly.

Till dawn she slept on the bosom of her who loved her so well..