"What are you thinking of, Amy?" asked Sarah, who had been watching her sister for some time. "You look so sad."
"Do I? I was thinking of Mamma, and whether we could do anything to make her better; and about my leaving Brampton, Sarah."
"But that will be so nice to have you always here; you can't be sorry about that, sister."
"But then I shall lose a great deal of money; and Mamma will have to go without a great many things she really wants. Port wine cannot be bought for nothing, Sarah."
"Ah! what a pity it is we are not rich, then we might take her back to our dear old home. I am sure she would get well there. Don't you think so?"
"She might, Sarah. But I think if change is to do her good, she will require a greater change than that."
"Further off still?" asked the child. "Where to, Amy?"
"I cannot tell; but Dr. Ashley can."
"But can't you guess at all? Not even the name?" persisted her sister.
"No. But I think somewhere abroad; a long way off. And that would cost money. Yes, more money than we have, a great deal," sighed Amy.