“I remain,
“Yours faithfully,
“J. Farrance.”
Mary sat for some minutes, her hands clasped and apparently lost in thought, then she burst into tears, exclaiming, “My poor, poor mother! I cannot help picturing her on the deck of the sinking ship, while the fierce waves were foaming around her until she was carried away and lost.”
It was strange she did not think so much of her supposed father and the new brothers and sisters she might find. Miss Sally endeavoured to calm her.
“My dear, dear Mary, I ought not to have read this letter to you,” she exclaimed, “you must try to forget it; but I am afraid that you will not do that, and we must endeavour to wait patiently until Mr Farrance and his brother appear. They may find that they are mistaken, and then you will still be my little niece, and as much loved as ever.”
Mary soon grew calm, and tried to follow Miss Sally’s advice by waiting patiently for the appearance of their expected visitors. We, in the meantime, must go to a far off part of the world.