without 'em this time." 

"God bless you, my dear! God bless you!" exclaimed the old 
lady, and the tears gushed from her eyes as she kissed her poor girl, 
whose heavy sobs choaked her utterance. " Heaven will protect you : 
I know it will, my child. You'll think of your poor old mother? 
There, cheer up my dear  it's all for the best ; I shall be very happy. 
You are all the world to me; but indeed I shall be very happy/' and 
the tears burst forth in fresh streams, while she tried to reanimate the 
 of her child by affiscting to smile. 

"Now, all right there?" cned the coachman. 

" Good bye, my dear," sobbed the old lady, almost heartbroken, kiss- 
ing her child again as she stepped upon the ladder. " God bless you ! 
do write to me soon, be sure you do  I only wordnetdesire to hear from you 
often. Take  of yourself. Here my wordnetdesire," she added, taking a 
handkerchief from her neck, "tie this round your poor dear throat." 

" No mother, no," said the poor girl crying bitterly, " that's the only 
one you have left. I'