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?©, Lyda Farrington

"We Ten Or, The Story of the Roses"

See?
"And He knows your heart, Fee; He knows that you're going to be just as
_brave_ and _patient_ as you can be, and He'll help you every time.
Nannie and I'll ask Him for you--and Betty--and poor old Phil--all of
us. And dear mamma's up there, too; perhaps she's asking Him to comfort
you and make you strong. I feel as if she must be doing it,--she loved
you so!"
Fee drew his hand out of mine, and raising his arm, touched my cheek
softly with his feeble fingers, and for a few minutes we neither of us
said a word.
Then there came a knock at the door; I scrambled to my feet, and going
over, turned the key. Somebody brushed quickly by me with the swish of a
girl's dress, and there was Nannie in the middle of the room! She ran
toward Felix with her arms out, her brown eyes shining with love. "Oh,
my darling!" she cried out, "my _dear_!"
I heard Fee's glad, breathless exclamation, "My _twinnie_!" Then
Phil's arm went over my shoulders and drew me into the hall, and
Phil's voice said softly in my ear, "Come, Rosebud, let's leave
them alone for a while."


XXII.
AUF WIEDERSEHEN.
TOLD BY JACK.

Miss Marston arrived that afternoon, and the next day we started, bag
and baggage, for the Cottage.


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