The girl opened the door and as quickly closed and locked it. Instantly
their arms were around each other and both were close to tears.
"Don't try to talk, darling," whispered Mrs. Foster, as they sat down
upon the couch. "Don't try to talk. I understand better than you do
yet, and oh, Gertrude, your mother loves you!"
"Yes, mamma," said the girl, hoarsely. "Dear little mamma--poor little
mamma, we all love you;" and Mrs. Foster sighed.