"Beautiful, shining, silver wings; and no more hump and no more pain?"
"No more hump and no more pain," replied her mother softly.
"And thou wilt be there, dearest mother?"
"Yes, sweetest treasure, I trust I shall be there."
"And father?"
"And father also."
"And Fritz; will he be there? Will he not, mother?"
"I hope so. Yes; but it was not kind of him to speak roughly to my little one."
"His mother slapped him," said Violet sorrowfully.