"This is to be your own little bedroom always, dearest, and gran'ma has made it nice, so that it may do for you when you grow up."
"Yes, gran'ma"--another breathless whisper.
"That is the wardrobe for your clothes, and this is your little chest of drawers, and that--up there on the wall--that is your mamma's guitar and you will learn to play it some day."
"Yes, gran'ma"--the whisper was growing a little weary.
"The next room is the guest-room, and Uncle Magnus always sleeps there, except when there are strangers, so if you knock in the night he is sure to hear you."
"Yea, gran'ma"--the whisper was getting slow and weary.
"Gran'ma wants you to be such a good girl to Uncle Magnus. He loved your dear, sweet mother so much. Oh, so much, but he lost her----"
"Same as Maggie's mother?"--there was a sudden burst of wakefulness.
"Maggie's mother was only a sheep, darling."
"Oh!"