955 pir Copyright, 1894, BY MARGARET DELAND. All rights reserved 73034 The Riverside Press, Cambridge, Mass., U. S. A. PHILIP AND HIS WIFE. I. The postman and the people of the place knew where each family lived. As for the rest of the world, what has one to do with the rest of the world, when he is safe at home? — JACKANAPES. 66 Now, mother dear, you are all comfortable, aren't you? Here is your Prayer-Book. And see, I've put the roses over on the chest of drawers; I don't believe you'll notice the fragrance here.” Mrs. Drayton moved her head languidly and glanced about. "Yes, as comfortable as I can be. But I'm used to being uncomfortable. I think perhaps you might move my chair just a little further from the windows, Lyssie. Might n't I feel a draft here?" This was too important a question for a mere "yes or "no." Alicia Drayton knelt down beside her mother, and leaned her fresh young cheek towards the closed window. "I don't feel the slightest air, dear," she said anxiously. "Ah, well, you! I suppose you don't. What color you have, Lyssie! I don't see why I haven't some of your health. I'm sure, when you were born, I gave you all of mine." |