Good-bye to Beecham. 141

 

to my own little room, I made her
let me stop and look at the little
ones; arid what a hugging and
kissing she gave me when I
declared that they were ever so
much prettier than the Beecham
cousins. Dear little Bobby, with
his sweet, rosy, budding mouth,
and baby Willie’s round cheeks
and bright, golden curls, I can
remember just how they looked!
In a day or two we settled
down together, and I was quite at
home. The only person who still
seemed restless was Jane. For
two or three weeks she was always
talking about the Park, and wishing