"Yes, papa, I know it," she replied, twining her arms about his neck,
and laying her cheek to his; "I know you love me dearly, and it makes
me so very happy."

"May I go in to see mamma?" she asked presently.

"No, darling, not yet; she is not able to see you; but she sends her
love, and hopes she may be well enough to receive a visit from you
to-morrow."

"Poor mamma! I am sorry she is ill," she said sorrowfully; "but I will
try to keep everything very quiet that she may not be disturbed."

That evening, after tea, Elsie was told that she would be allowed to
speak to her mamma for a moment if she chose, and she gladly availed
herself of the privilege.

"Dear Elsie," Rose whispered, drawing Her down to kiss her cheek, "I
am so glad you are pleased with your little brother."

"Oh, mamma, he is such a dear little fellow!" Elsie answered eagerly;
"and now, if you will only get well we will be happier than ever."

Rose smiled and said she hoped soon to be quite well again, and then
Mr. Dinsmore led Elsie from the room.

Rose was soon about again and in the enjoyment of her usual health and
strength. Elsie's delight knew no bounds the first time her mamma
was able to leave her room, and take her place at the table with her
father and herself. She doted on her little brother, and, if allowed,