What few changes had taken place she
would not miss. Meg would not run out to meet
her, and Rex was under a stone that the doctor had
placed over his grave; nor would Ann Gossaway
peer out of her eyrie of a window and follow her
with her eyes as she drove by; her tongue was quiet
at last, and she and her old mother lay side by side
in the graveyard. Doctor John had exhausted his
skill upon them both, and Martha, who had forgiven
her enemy, had sat by her bedside until the end,
but nothing had availed. Mrs. Cavendish was dead,
of course, but she did not think Lucy would care
very much. She and Doctor John had nursed her
for months until the end came, and had then laid
her away near the apple-trees she was so fond of.
But most of the faithful hearts who had loved her
were still beating, and all were ready with a hearty
welcome.
Archie was the one thing new--new to Lucy. And
yet she had no fear either for him or for Lucy.
When she saw him she would love him, and when she
had known him a week she would never be separated
from him again. The long absence could not have
wiped out all remembrance of the boy, nor would the
new child crowd him from her heart.
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