'Twould take long to tell all about her sickness--how Richard and I, as good right we had, tended her night and day; and how, when every farthing and farthing's worth we had in the world was gone, the mistress herself came down from the big house, the very day after the family returned home from France, and brought wine, food, medicine, linen, and every thing we could want. Shortly after the kind lady was gone, my mother took the change for death; her senses came back, she grew quite strong-like, and sat up straight in the bed. "Bring me the child, Sally, _aleagh_," she said. And when I carried little Mary over to her, she looked into the tiny face, as if she was reading it like a book. "You won't be long away from me, my own one," she said, while her tears fell down upon the child like summer-rain. "Mother," said I, as well as I could speak for crying, "sure you _Know_ I'll do my best to tend her." "I know you will, _acushla_; you were always a true and dutiful daughter to me and to him that's gone; but, Sally, there's _that_ in my weeny one that won't let her thrive without the mother's hand over her, and the mother's heart for hers to lean against. And now--" It was all she could say: she just clasped the little child to her bosom, fell back on my arm, and in a few moments all was over. At first, Richard and I could not believe that she was dead; and it was very long before the orphan would loose her hold of the stiffening fingers; but when the neighbors came in to prepare for the wake, we contrived to flatter her away. Days passed on; the child was very quiet; she used to go as usual to sit at the door, and watch, hour after hour, along the road that her mother always took coming home from market, waiting for her that could never come again. When the sun was near setting, her gaze used to be more fixed and eager; but when the darkness came on, her blue eyes used to droop like the flowers that shut up their leaves, and she would come in quietly without saying a word, and allow me to undress her and put her to bed. It troubled us and the young ladies greatly that she would not eat. It was almost impossible to get her to taste a morsel; indeed the only thing she would let inside her lips was a bit of a little white bun, like those her poor mother used to bring her. There was nothing left untried to please her. I carried her up to the big house, thinking the change might do her good, and the ladies petted her, and talked to her, and gave her heaps of toys and cakes, and pretty frocks and coats; but she hardly noticed them, and was restless and uneasy until she got back to her own low, sunny door-step. Every day she grew paler and thinner, and her bright eyes had a sad, fond look in them, so like her mother's. One evening she sat at the door later than usual. "Come in, _alannah_," I said to her. "Won't you come in for your own Sally?"