His mother drew one of her hands out of his, laid it on his head, and fondly smoothed back his hair. "My dear good son! you were always so sensible-I wish you had never left us," she said, with a little groan, "and indeed it was a great thought to undertake such a journey, and since I came here, Arthur, I have felt so flurried and strange, that I have not, as you see, even taken off my bonnet, but I think now you've come, dear, if you would ring the bell and order up the tea.
