"I was just waving to God, Uncle Edward. I thought I saw Him looking
down at me from the sky."

Sir Edward passed on, muttering inaudibly,--

"I believe that child lives in the presence of God from morning to
night".




CHAPTER V.


A PRODIGAL.

"Uncle Edward, nurse and I are going shopping; would you like us to buy
you anything? We are going in the dog-cart with Harris."

Milly was dancing up and down on the rug inside the front door as she
spoke. It was a bright, frosty morning, and Sir Edward was leaving the
breakfast-room with the newspaper and a large packet of letters in his
hand. He stopped and glanced at the little fur-clad figure as she stood
there, eager anticipation written on her face, and his thoughts went
back to the time when he as a boy looked upon a day's visit to the
neighboring town--nine miles away--as one of his greatest pleasures.

"Yes," he said, slowly fumbling in his waistcoat pocket; "you can get me
some pens and blotting paper at the stationer's. I will write down the