34 BE TRUE.

given; ask, Laura, and you shall re
ceive.”

“My dear Mrs. Page,” exclaimed
the little girl, throwing herself upon
her knees, and grasping the hand of
her friend, “tell me, I entreat you,
what you mean: do you believe that
my father .

“Yes, my dear,” interrupted Mrs.
Page, with as much calmness as she
could assume, “there is no doubt
but that your father intends to fur-
nish you with a mother.”

“ A mother!” gasped the child, as
she sunk, almost fainting, upon the
floor; “O if I could only go where
my mother is gone!”

Mrs. Page made no effort that
night to reason Laura into a feeling
of resignation. She knew the wo-
man who was destined to take the