1 I was afraid to wake mother, and so closed my door again.
2 Lucy is full of quiet joy, and her mother is glad and sorry at once.
3 It was so in very truth, for now both mother and daughter lay in it.
4 This tomb was erected by his sorrowing mother to her dearly beloved son.
5 Her mother rejoiced when she saw her, and we all spent a very happy evening together.
6 Lucy went out visiting with her mother, and as they were only duty calls, I did not go.
7 She is to meet me at the Stores, so that I may not alarm her mother by too early a repetition of my call.
8 THE funeral was arranged for the next succeeding day, so that Lucy and her mother might be buried together.
9 Her mother has spoken to me about it, and we have decided that I am to lock the door of our room every night.
10 They lifted off the body of my dear mother, and laid her, covered up with a sheet, on the bed after I had got up.
11 Presently the door opened, and mother looked in; seeing by my moving that I was not asleep, came in, and sat by me.
12 I feared to wake her mother, who has been more than usually ill lately, so threw on some clothes and got ready to look for her.
13 I knocked gently and rang as quietly as possible, for I feared to disturb Lucy or her mother, and hoped to only bring a servant to the door.
14 Her mother was present, and in a few seconds I made up my mind that she was trying all she knew to mislead her mother and prevent her from being anxious.
15 I was dazed and stupid with pain and terror and weakness, but the sound of the nightingale seemed like the voice of my dead mother come back to comfort me.