Madam Lee, he read, weary with excitement, had retired almost
immediately after their departure, the maid attending her having left
her sleeping like a tired child; but when they had gone to arouse her
in the morning, it had been only to find that she had passed quietly
away in her sleep without struggle or suffering. Snelling had gone
over to New York to make the necessary funeral arrangements, and the
family were to follow the next day. There was nothing Bob could do,
but if he and Delight wished to accompany them, Mrs. Galbraith would be
glad to have them. Madam Lee had been devoted to Bob, and it was
Delight's unchallenged right to share in the final obsequies to her
grandmother.
Awed, and in a low voice, Robert Morton read the communication aloud.
"I shall go, of course," he said, with a catch in his voice. "Madam
Lee--was very dear to me. Had she been of my own people I could not
have cared for her more deeply."
"And I--what shall I do?" questioned Delight. The appeal was to Bob,
and the sense of dependence vibrating in it thrilled him with tender
gladness.
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