140 Good-bye to Beecham.

 

feel thatche was looking at me very
hard, but I don’t think we were
either of us quite comfortable till he
had thrown his arms round my neck,
repeating his old cry, “ Nursey,
I’m so glad Sissy’s come home!”
After that it was all right, and we
chattered away nineteen to the
dozen. Dear old nurse! she was
as pleased to see me again as
possible. Indeed, 1 am not sure
that she did not keep me up half
an hour later than mamma in-
tended, just talking to me and
“blessing my little heart,” in her
own loving fashion. When I went
through the night nursery at last