The very thought sent a pang through her heart, and she clasped her little boy tenderly to her side.
"What makes you so sad, mamma?" asked Jack.
"I was thinking of your father, my child," she answered; "would you not like to see him?"
"Yes, yes; is he coming here?"
"No, my boy, he must not come here."
"Then let us take Dick, and Tom, and Hercules, and go to him."
Mrs. Weldon tried to conceal her tears.
"Have you heard from papa?"
"No."
"Then why do you not write to him?"