"No, not yet."
"Not yet!"
"What will your new father and your grand sister think of me?"
"Well, Rose, wait till I ask them!"
"Perhaps a grandfather, too," said Rose.
"I love him already. If he should be living, that would be something grand, wouldn't it? You may be sure she loved him."
"And you may be sure she never let him know until perhaps the very last, that she was in trouble. Women and children never tell their sorrows to those who are entitled to help them."
"Why, Rose?"
"Oh! I cannot tell you that! I only know it's so. Here we are at home. Have patience; for though to-morrow you will have the news, to night is all I have!"
"And no matter what happens, Rose," said Dick, as they lingered a moment outside the house, "you will trust me just the same?"