Louie has brightened
the house by her coming, but she will soon be returning to her aunt, and
then I am afraid you will find it harder than ever, my dear little Dexie."
Mrs. Sherwood came into the room, and finding Dexie sobbing on her father's
pillow, was much alarmed.
"What is it? Are you worse, Clarence?" she cried, hysterically.
"No, no, dear wife, not that. But I have been giving Dexie some directions
regarding matters after I am gone, and it makes her feel badly, poor little
girl! She has been a good daughter to us, wife; so do not forget it when
she needs your help and sympathy, and that time may be nearer than you
think."
Dexie could bear no more, but she must not grieve her father by her tears;
so rose hurriedly, and kissing his brow, left the room. She met Louie in
the hall, and alarmed her by her grief.
"Is papa worse, Dexie?"
"I do not think so, but he has been talking to me about things which must
be done when he is gone, and it breaks my heart! Poor papa! he is so kind
and thoughtful, he seems to remember the smallest thing that we shall need
to look after, and advises about them.
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