"Yes, and how you answered her--'Mother!'--and I knew you loved her." Mirah threw her arms round her brother's neck, clasped her little hands behind it, and drew down his face, kissing it with childlike lavishness. Her hat fell backward on the ground and disclosed all her curls.
"Ah, the dear head, the dear head!" said Mordecai, in a low loving tone, laying his thin hand gently on the curls.
"You are very ill, Ezra," said Mirah, sadly looking at him with more observation.
"Yes, dear child, I shall not be long with you in the body," was the quiet answer.

"Yes, and how you answered her - 'Mother!'- and I knew you loved her." Mirah threw her arms round her brother's neck, and kissed his face with childlike lavishness. Her hat fell backward on the ground, disclosing her curls.
"Ah, the dear head!" said Mordecai, in a low loving tone, laying his thin hand gently on the curls.
"You are very ill, Ezra," said Mirah, with sad observation.
"Yes, dear child, I shall not be long with you in the body," was the quiet answer.
