“Oh, I like that, papa!” she exclaimed, “and is it what you intend doing every day?”

“Every day while your Grandma Elsie is so ill that the noise might disturb her; unless the weather should be quite too inclement, I think it will be a relief to your Mamma Vi to have them here a good deal of the time, till her mother is better.

“I suppose so, papa; and at the same time very pleasant for us—­they are such darlings!”

“So you and I think,” he said, with a smile.  “Now go to your lessons, daughter.”

At Ion Grandma Elsie lay quietly sleeping, her three daughters watching over her with tenderest care and solicitude.  Scarce a sound was to be heard, either within doors or without, save the distant lowing of cattle, the twittering of birds, and the gentle sighing of the wind in the treetops; family and servants moved with cautious tread, speaking seldom, and that with bated breath, lest they should disturb her who was so dear to all hearts.

To Walter it seemed very hard to be shut out of mamma’s room, and he sat on the veranda watching for the coming of Cousin Arthur, to petition for admittance, if only for a moment, just to look at her and come away again.

Cousin Arthur had been with her through the night, had gone away early in the morning and was expected back again soon.

The half hour spent in watching and waiting seemed very long indeed to the little lad, but at last, oh joy! there was Cousin Arthur’s sulky turning in at the great gates; then it came swiftly up the avenue, and Walter rose and hastened to meet the doctor as he alighted.

“O Cousin Arthur!” he cried, but in subdued tones, “they’ve shut me out of mamma’s room and I just don’t know how to stand it any longer.  Mayn’t I go in, if it’s only for a minute, to get one look at her dear face?  I won’t speak to her or touch her if you say I must not, but oh, I don’t know how to endure being kept away from her altogether.”

The little fellow’s tones were tremulous, and his eyes filled with tears as he spoke.

Dr. Conly felt for the child, and laying a hand kindly on his head, said cheerfully, “Don’t be down-hearted, my boy, your mother will be well enough in a few days, I hope, to stand quite an interview with her youngest son, and perhaps it may do for you to go in for a moment this morning; you may come upstairs with me and wait in the hall till I see how she is.  If I find her well enough to stand a peep from her boy, you shall go in for a minute, provided you will promise to be cheerful and not to speak unless you have the doctor’s permission.”

“Oh, I’ll promise to do anything you bid me, if you’ll only let me see her,” returned Walter in eager tones, then followed the doctor with noiseless tread through the hall and up the broad stairway.

Reaching his mother’s door, he paused and waited outside while the doctor went quietly in.

His patient seemed to be asleep, but opened her eyes and smiled up into his face as he reached the bedside.