"You must ask him, and he will teach you to be happy always."
"But I can't, mamma, unless I could be right always," said poor Winifred.
Mrs. Landholm was silent, but kissed her with those soft motherly kisses which had comfort and love in every touch of them. Soon answered, for Winifred lifted up her head and kissed her again.
"How much longer must they be there, mamma?" she asked more cheerfully.
"Two years," Mrs. Landholm answered, with a sigh that belonged to what was not spoken.
"Mamma," said Winifred again presently, trying not to shew from how deep her question came, "aint you afraid Winthrop wants something more to wear?"
And Mrs. Landholm did not shew how deep the question went, but she said lightly,
"We'll see about it. We'll get papa to write and make him tell us what he wants."
"Maybe he won't tell," said Winifred thoughtfully. "I wish I could write."
"Then why don't you set to and learn? Nothing would please
Governor so much."