88 DIGGING A GRAVE

Oh dear! a was wonderful to see how, bit
by_ bit, “memory opened up to her the past 5
and she was a warm-hearted darling, but with
more of the father, than of the mother in
her; and her husband—a kind, noble gen-
-tleman—was so interested and kind, when
she told him about her old Irish nurse. And
she was expecting her confinement, for 1t was
about the babby’s bits o’ things, its beautiful
caps and laces, I went there to get them
up, you know. But she had other things
to talk about, her poor father’s death, and
how shattered and broken he was, and I
could not ask her, his own child, if he stuck
to the drink to the last, though she hinted
that though always kind and loving to her,
he was not always himself; and she told
me how she met with friends, that, somnshow
or other, got her more of.the property than |
she expected ; ; and after a while, she said,

she got married and aad se a good hus-

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