In twenty-two days I shall see my boy." She fell back, and for a short time she took no notice of the fact that Margaret sat motionless, her hand shading her eyes.
"You are not writing!" said her mother at last. "Bring me some pens and paper; I will try and write myself." She sat up, trembling all over with feverish eagerness. Margaret took her hand down, and looked at her mother sadly.
"Only wait till papa comes in. Let us ask him how best to do it?"
"You promised, Margaret, not a quarter of an hour ago,--you said he should come."

In twenty-two days I shall see my boy.' She fell back, and for a short time took no notice of Margaret.
'You are not writing!' she said at last. 'Bring me pens and paper; I will try and write myself.' She sat up, trembling with feverish eagerness. Margaret looked at her sadly.
'Only wait till papa comes in. Let us ask him how best to do it.'
'You promised, Margaret - you said he should come.'
