country was pronounced dying, and Mrs. Moseley must start without an
hour's delay if she would see her alive.

Then ensued bustle and confusion. John Moseley was heard to mutter
that it came at a queer ill-conwenient time, Mr. Danvers being away,
and a deal more than or'nary put in his wife's hands. However, there
was no help for it. The dying won't wait for other people's
convenience. Cecile helped Mrs. Moseley to pack her small carpet-bag.
Crying bitterly, the loving-hearted woman bade both children a tender
good-by. If her mother really died, she would only remain for the
funeral. At the farthest she would be back at the end of a week. In
the meantime, Cecile was to take care of Moseley for her. By the
twelve o'clock train she was off to Norforkshire. She little guessed
that those bright and sweet faces which had made her home so homelike
for the last two months were not to greet her on her return. Maurice
cried bitterly at losing Mammie Moseley. Cecile went to school with a
strangely heavy heart. Her only consolation was in the hope that her
good friend would quickly return. But that hope was dashed to the
ground the very next morning. For Mrs. Moseley, writing to her
husband, informed him that her old mother had rallied; that the
doctor thought she might live for a week or so longer, but that she
had found her in so neglected and sad a condition that she had not
the heart to leave her again. Moseley must get someone to take up her
church work for her, for she could not leave her mother while she
lived.

It was on the very afternoon of this day that Cecile, walking slowly
home with Maurice from school, and regretting very vehemently to her
little brother the great loss they both had in the absence of dear,
dear Mammie Moseley, was startled by a loud and frightened