tears. "What can it signify?"

After that Peter cried very heartily because everybody else did, but in
a little while when his grandmother had been able to drink some cordial,
and while they were rubbing her cold hands, she opened her eyes, and
then he thought perhaps she was going to get better. Oh, how earnestly
he hoped might be so!

But there was no getting better for Madam Melcombe. She sat very still
for some minutes, and looked like one newly awakened and very much
amazed, then, to the great surprise of those about her, she rose without
any aid, and stood holding by her high staff, while, with a slightly
distraught air, she bowed to them, first one and then another.

"Well, I thank you for all your kindness, my dears," she said, "all your
kindness. I may as well go to them now; they've been waiting for me a
long time. Good Lord!" she exclaimed, lifting up her eyes, "Good Lord!
what a meeting it will be!"

Then she sank down into her chair again, and in a moment was gone.



CHAPTER IV.

SWARMS OF CHILDREN.


"As our hope is that this our sister doth."--_Burial Service._