Her first thought was that
they had received bad news from Tite, which they were trying to conceal
from her. Almost unconsciously her gentle nature began to beat in
sympathy with Angeline's, and a tear stole slowly down her cheek. "You
have heard from Tite; is he sick? have you heard bad news?" she
inquired, in rapid succession, as she watched every change in Angeline's
features.
Angeline shook her head, and looked up sweetly but sorrowfully in
Mattie's face. "Nothing, nothing, my good child," she replied, kissing
Mattie's hand. But there was the tear of sorrow writing its tale on her
cheek. "God will bless and protect our Tite," she resumed; "but we have
heard nothing from him since the letter you saw."
"I am so glad," rejoined Mattie, her face lighting up with a sweet
smile. "I think about him every day, and I know he thinks about me. So,
now, mother Angeline, you must cheer up. You will, won't you? It won't
do to be sad when Tite is away." And, after patting Angeline on the
shoulder and kissing her cheek, "you shall see, now," she resumed,
bringing forward the basket, "what nice presents I have brought for you,
Mother Angeline.
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