returned Agnes, smiling, ‘while you have been absent, in keeping everything as it used to be when we were children.
For we were very happy then, I think.’
‘Heaven knows we were!’ said I.
‘And every little thing that has reminded me of my brother,’ said Agnes, with her cordial eyes turned cheerfully upon me, ‘has been a welcome companion. Even this,’ showing me the basket-trifle, full of keys, still hanging at her side, ‘seems to jingle a kind of old tune!’
She smiled again, and went out at the door by which she had come.
It was for me to guard this sisterly affection with religious care.