me, and look up to me. How nice it was to hear dear papa say what he
did about the comfort of my being able to look after Margaret."

In the other, "Poor darling, it is saddest of all for her, because
she knows nothing, and will never remember her mamma! But if
Margaret is but better, she will take care of her, and oh how we
ought to try--and I, such a naughty wild thing--if I should hurt the
dear little ones by carelessness, or by my bad example! Oh! what
shall I do, for want of some one to keep me in order? If I should
vex papa by any of my wrong ways!"

They heard the return of the others, and the sisters both sprang up,
"May we bring her to you?" said Flora.

"Yes, do, my dears."

The sisters all came down together with the little one, and Flora put
her down within the arm her father stretched out for her. He gazed
into the baby face, which, in its expressionless placidity, almost
recalled her mother's tranquil sweetness.

"Gertrude Margaret," said Flora, and with a look that had more of
tenderness than grief, he murmured, "My Daisy blossom, my little
Maggie."

"Might we?" said Ethel, when Flora took her again, "might we take her
to her godmother to see if she would notice her?"

He looked as if he wished it; but said, "No, I think not, better not
rouse her," and sighed heavily; then, as they stood round his bed,