THERE WAS A CHILD WENT FORTH EVERY DAY 87 



now and then a little sigh of ecstasy or wonder escaping from 

 her delicately-parted lips. 



The train began to slacken speed, and at last the mother's 

 eyes were turned from their hatward gaze. She looked round 

 at her little daughter, and straightened the child's hair. 



" Come, Myra," she said, as the train slowed into the 

 station, and, gathering her sables round her, she walked out 

 of the carriage, still with the look of complete satisfaction on 

 her face. 



For into her mind had entered no tiniest suspicion of the 

 golden chance she had missed. 



