“And what like is it?” said Anne, “do you remember?”
“A bonnie, bonnie place—where there’s brighter light and warmer days; and grand flowers far bigger than any in Strathoran; but its lang, lang to sail, and whiles there were loud winds and storms, and Lilie wasna weel.”
“Would you like to go home, Lilie?” said Anne.
“I would like to go to mamma. I would like to go to my own mamma; but—mamma doesna call yon place home.”
“What does she call it, Lilie?”
“When mamma was putting Lilie into the big ship, she said Lilie was coming home; and maybe she would come hersel for Lilie.”
“And how did she look when she said that?” said Anne.
The child began to cry.
“She put down her head—my mamma’s bonnie head—down into her hands, this way; and then she began to greet, like me—oh, my mamma!”
Anne drew the little girl’s head into her lap, and wiped away the tears. “You would be very glad to see mamma, Lilie, if she came here? she will come perhaps some day.”