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cheerful, and spoke freely of her daughter to my 

 mother and those she liked. ' How I wish Lucy 

 had seen this ! ' or ' How I wish she were here ! ' she 

 would often remark on seeing anything fair in art 

 or nature. It was, however, plain that her whole 

 hopes and thoughts were in the future ; yet she 

 lived for two years more. 



" Although apparently in good enough health, a 

 slight cold had confined her to bed, and it was 

 clearly seen that she was dying. Yet her spirits 

 seemed to rise as she became weaker, as she faded 

 away; and just before she died she lifted her head 

 from the pillow, and distinctly said, in her pure, 

 sweet voice, ' Coming, darling, coming ! 7 and fell 

 asleep like a child." 



"How very sad," Mrs. Peyton said, as the 

 Major gave her an arm to go into the house. 

 "Yes, your fairy relatives do not seem to have 

 been made for this rough world. I shall not easily 

 forget this, your dreamlike story among the High- 

 land hills. 



