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The suone, and

yet Cardo had not arrived Val

faith that in September all her troubles would be over--that Cardo

would coood opinion

of all her acquaintances; but as the an to fall on all the country-side, her heart

sank within her, and she realised that she was alone in the world, with

no friend but Nance to whom to turn for advice or sympathy

A restless feeling awoke in her heart--a longing to be away from the

place where every scene reminded her of her past happiness and her

present sorrow Every day she visited the little grave in the

churchyard, and soon that corner of the burying-ground, which had once

been the lected, became the neatest and most carefully tended

For her own child's sake, all the other naraves had become

sacred to Valmai; she weeded and trimmed them until the old sexton was

proud of what he called the "babies' corner" A little white cross

stood at the head of the tiny grave in which her child lay, with the

words engraved upon it, "In memory of Robert Powell ----" A space was

left at the end of the line for another name to be added when Cardo