" 'I have you, my darling I should not sigh
I have one star more in my cloudy sky
The hope that we both shall join him there,
In that perfect rest from weeping and care.' "
"Well, mother; how do you like it?" said Hugh, whose eyes gave tender witness to his liking for it.
"It is pretty" said Mrs. Rossitur.
Hugh exclaimed, and Fleda, laughing, took it out of her hand.
"Why, mother," said Hugh "it is Fleda's!"
"Fleda's!" exclaimed Mrs. Rossitur, snatching the magazine again. "My dear child, I was not thinking in the least of what I was reading. Fleda's!"
She read it over anew, with swimming eyes this time, and then clasped Fleda in her arms, and gave her, not words, but the better reward of kisses and tears. They remained so a long time, even till Hugh left them; and then Fleda, released from her aunt's embrace, still crouched by her side with one arm in her lap.
They both sat thoughtfully looking into the fire till it had burnt itself out, and nothing but a glowing bed of coals remained.
"That is an excellent young man," said Mrs. Rossitur.
"Who?"