“See,” cried Lilie, springing to Anne’s side, “look what bonnie things,” and she precipitated a shoal of little books upon Anne’s knee.
“They are very pretty, Lilie,” said Anne. “Who sent you all these?”
The child looked at her gravely. “It would be mamma—it was sure to be mamma.”
“Where is mamma?” asked Anne.
“Far away yonder—over the big water—but she aye minds Lilie.”
“And why did you come away from mamma, Lilie?” said Anne.
The child began to cry. “Lilie ill, ill—like to die. Oh! if you had seen my mamma greeting.” And throwing herself down on the ground, Lilie fell into one of her passionate bursts of grief.
“But yon wasna your mamma that brought ye here, my lamb?” said Mrs. Melder.