And he meant to enjoy himself, so he said. Yes, Willie meant to enjoy himself, and he did. But, going into her room one day, Sandie found his mother sitting on the sofa weeping bitterly.
Somewhat alarmed, he seated himself beside her, and put an arm around her waist in the old tender fashion.
“Mother, mother, what is the matter? You frighten me!”
“Oh,” she sobbed, “he—your friend Willie—is going to deprive me of—of my child.”
“I am—going to lose my daughter.”
“Mother, mother,” pleaded Sandie, caressing her, “you must not give way like this. It is nature—nay, more, marriage is Heaven’s ordination.”
She got quieter after a time, and even smiled through her tears.
“But,” she said, after a thoughtful pause, “I shall almost break my heart to be deprived of my daughter.”
“Oh! no, you won’t, mother dear. Because, listen! I am going to bring you home another daughter.”