CHAPTER XIX 



O FAITHFUL follower, O gentle friend, 



If thou art missing at the journey's end, 



Whate'er of joy or solace there I find 



Unshared by thee I left so far behind, 



The gladness will be mixed with tears, I trow, 



My little cronie of the long ago. 



For how could heaven be home-like with the door 



Fast-locked against a loved one ever more ? v 



(By Permission.) RICHARD BURTOX. 



I CLUNG to mamma closer than ever 

 now. I never wished to see those dread- 

 ful trunks and bags with their foreign 

 labels. The sight of the necessary packing, 

 in going to and from our city home, made 

 me ill with fear, and something seemed to 

 lay heavy on mamma's heart, for one soft 

 spring evening, when we had gotten back to 

 the island home, she said to papa: 



4 1 shall never leave little Fairy again so 

 long as she is spared to me. She shall never 

 watch and wait for me, in this world, any 



more.' 



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