Tell Uncle to send for me if I can be of any use.

Oh, poor Aunt Clara! How does she bear it ?" "Almost distracted.

I took Mother to her, and she will do all that anybody can.

Heaven only knows what Aunt will do if--" "And only heaven can help her," added Rose as Archie stopped at the words he could not utter.

"Now take them, and let me know often." "You brave little soul, I will." And Archie went away through the rain with his sad burden, wondering how Rose could be so calm when the beloved Prince might be dying.
A long dark day followed, with nothing to break its melancholy monotony except the bulletins that came from hour to hour reporting little change either for better or for worse.