IN WHICH CHRISTIANA GOES OVER; AND DAN LOFTUS COMES HOME.
his evening Lily Walsingham was early tired and very weak, Sally thought, and more glad than usual to lie down in her bed; and there her old and loving nurse fancied that she looked a little strange, and that her thoughts sometimes wandered.
She lay very quietly for a good while, and suddenly, with a beautiful look, and in a clear, glad voice, she said—
'Mother!'
And old Sally said—
'There's no one, dear Miss Lily, but me.'
But she was looking earnestly, and, with a wrapt smile, only said—
'Oh!'
She thought she saw her, I believe.