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light shawl gracefully draped round her shoulders and stood amongst us children who were playing round her. I have never since seen a woman who knew how to wear a shawl so gracefully. A large garden hat framed the fine oval of her facej and the dark hair was parted smoothly over her brow, a clear and white brow. With radiant eyes she stood amongst her playing children, when suddenly a canary came flying towards her and rested on her shoulder. She lifted her hand warningly. For a while the bird sat on her shoulder, rubbing its beak lovingly against her cheek, then it flew away.'

I took Greta's hand which rested in her lap and continued : ' Yes, Greta, it is like this I remember my mother. But if you wish to know more about her, then ask our old friend in the institution. She says, and I am sure that she is right, that you are her living image.'

Greta looks at me with big, loving eyes, and I feel her arms round my neck, and her lips against mine, and arm-in-arm we stand in quiet thought in front of mother's grave.

But when later we walk homewards to Rough- Hill, I say, ' Do tell me how it happened, that you came to love me,' and she answered : ' I understood you needed me, and from that moment my heart was yours.'

Later she says, 'Promise me that when I die you will bury me near your mother. My own mother's grave is near another town far away from Rough- Hill. And I should like so much to think that Y