having just come back from a stolen look at Laura in her pretty little white bed—the bed she has occupied since the days of her girlhood.
There she lay, unconscious that I was looking at her—quiet, more quiet than I had dared to hope, but not sleeping. The glimmer of the night-light showed me that her eyes were only partially closed—the traces of tears glistened between her eye-lids. My little keepsake—only a brooch—lay on the table at her bedside,
having just come back from a stolen look at Laura in her pretty little white bed—the bed she has occupied since the days of her girlhood.
There she lay, unconscious that I was looking at her—quiet, more quiet than I had dared to hope, but not sleeping. The glimmer of the night-light showed me that her eyes were only partially closed—the traces of tears glistened between her eye-lids. My little keepsake—only a brooch—lay on the table at her bedside,
