BE TRUE. 85

Mrs. Elmore was in her own room
busily occupied with the thoughts
which drove sleep from her pillow
the night before. Presently she heard
a light foot-fall, and reflected in the
large mirror which hung directly be-
fore her, she saw the pale face of lit-
tle Laura looking in at the door. She
tumed hastily round, and the child
darted away as if conscious of com-
mitting a crime.

“ Come in, my dear,” said Mrs. El-
more, in an encouraging tone, “come
in; I want to see you this morning.”

Laura obeyed; but her.cheek was
flushed with crimson, and her voice
trembled, as she said, “I hope you
will pardon me for peeping into your
room, Mrs. Elmore; but I did so
want to know if it were only a
dream.”