marked Ethel, half to herself, half to Blanche.
But Blanche had thrown herself on the bed beside the two little ones, and was so nearly asleep that she scarcely heard or heeded.
Ethel seated herself in a large easy-chair by the window with a book in her hand; but all being so quiet within and without the house, she too, rather weary with the walk and sports of the morning, was presently wandering in the land of dreams.
She was roused from her slumber by someone bending over her and softly pressing a kiss upon her forehead. Her eyes opened and looked up into the kind face of Mrs. Rogers, the vicar's wife.
"Oh, I thought it was mamma!" exclaimed the little girl in a tone of keen disappointment.
"No, dear, but I kissed you for her--your dear mother," returned the lady with emotion.
"But why didn't mamma come herself?" asked Ethel, growing frightened though she could scarcely have told why. "You are very kind, Mrs. Rogers, but oh, I do want mamma! Can I go to her now?" Sh