"Aunt Lizzie will hold me in her arms, and I will look out at thee from the window."
"Yes, little treasure, yes."
"And Violet will watch thee coming up the street; and then she will see thee all the way along, along, until at last she will look, and look and will see thee no more." The smile had spread wider and wider, and the eyes fixed on his face had dilated and darkened to their deepest purple; but now there came a sudden pause, and the lips trembled. It was evident the struggle could not last much longer. The little heart was brave, but the flesh was weak.
"Father, I have a secret."
"Yes, my own Violet; what is it?"
He stooped down, and Aunt Lizzie moved away.
"Dost thou see my face, father?"
"Yes, yes; the sweetest face in all the world.
"But dost thou see it, father?"
"Yes."