WATCHING. 57

“My dear child!” Miss Rayner looked sur-
prised at the outburst, and then took Nellie’s
hand in hers. “I know you were very fond
of each other, and I don’t wonder. But what
is the use of wishing that?”

Nellie only sobbed the more.

“Tt’s all my fault,” were the only words
Miss Rayner could catch, for though she was
trying to say something else Nellie’s voice
was quite choked with sobs.

“Come, Nellie, this won’t do at all,” said
the young lady firmly. “You shall tell me
what is the matter afterwards, and why it is
your fault, but just now there is something else
to think about. Is your mother still asleep?”

Nellie nodded, drying her eyes.

“And your father is with the little boy?”

Another nod.

“Well, dear, I want you to go up and tell
father I’m here, and ask if I may stay with
Harry while he has his breakfast.”

Nellie obeyed, and returned in a minute.

“ Will you please come up, miss?”

Mr. Maine rose on her entrance, and. she
gave him her hand.

“Papa is coming on very soon,” she said,