I was told at that time they had only two
children--a son who was following in his father's footsteps, and this
daughter."
"Poor woman!" sighed Elsie, "she is sorely tried and afflicted. I must go
to her at once."
"Do, mamma, and get a doctor for her," said little Elsie; "she looked so
sick and miserable."
Mrs. Ross offered her carriage, and the shower having cooled the air,
Elsie went, shortly after the conclusion of the meal.
CHAPTER NINTH.
"I'll not chide thee;
Let shame come when it will, I do not call it."
--SHAKESPEARE.
"I never saw such a likeness in my life!" said Mrs. Gibson looking after
the phaeton as it drove away; "she's the very image of her mother. I could
just have believed it was the very little Elsie Dinsmore I used to teach
more than twenty years ago."
"She's lovely!" exclaimed Sally with enthusiasm. "Mother, did you see what
a pretty watch she had?"
"Yes," gloomily; "some folks seem to have nothing but prosperity, and
others nothing but poverty and losses and crosses. They're as rich as
Croesus and we have hardly enough to keep us from starving.
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