"Not quite five years."
"And you remember her?"
"Yes."
"With love?"
"Oh, yes."
"If," says Mrs. Lenoir, with almost painful hesitation, "she had died, or you had lost her earlier, do you think you would have forgotten her?"
"Oh, no, Mrs. Lenoir; I should have always remembered her, have always loved her."
"She was kind to you Lizzie."
"She loved me more than all the world."
"You mean," says Mrs. Lenoir, with fierce eagerness, "she loved as a mother loves, as a woman loves--as only a woman loves!"