"Governor. —"
It was the utmost word Winifred's lips could speak.
"But dear Winnie," said her mother sorrowfully, "it is for their good and their pleasure they are away."
"I know it, mamma, — I know I am very selfish —"
"I don't think you are," said her mother. "Winnie, remember that they are getting knowledge and fitting themselves to be better and stronger men than they could be if they lived here and learnt nothing."
"Mamma," said Winifred looking up as if defining her position,
"I don't think it is right, but I can't always help it."
"We have one friend never far off."
"Oh mamma, I remember that all the while."
"Then can't you look happy?"
"Not always, mamma," said the little girl covering her face quickly. The mother stooped down and put her arms round her.