them, as there had been sometimes in the night.
He knew them every one, and called them by their names.

'And who is this? Is this my old nurse?' said the child, regarding with
a radiant smile, a figure coming in.

Yes, yes. No other stranger would have shed those tears at sight of
him, and called him her dear boy, her pretty boy, her own poor blighted
child. No other woman would have stooped down by his bed, and taken up
his wasted hand, and put it to her lips and breast, as one who had some
right to fondle it. No other woman would have so forgotten everybody
there but him and Floy, and been so full of tenderness and pity.

'Floy! this is a kind good face!' said Paul. 'I am glad to see it again.
Don't go away, old nurse! Stay here.'

His senses were all quickened, and he heard a name he knew.

'Who was that, who said "Walter"?' he asked, looking round. 'Someone
said Walter. Is he here? I should like to see him very much.'

Nobody replied directly; but his father soon said to Susan, 'Call him
back, then: let him come up!' Alter a short pause of expectation, during
which he looked with smiling interest and wonder, on his nurse, and saw
that she had not forgotten Floy, Walter was brought into the room.
His open face and manner, and his cheerful eyes, had always made him a
favourite with Paul; and when Paul saw him' he stretched Out his hand,
and said 'Good-bye!'

'Good-bye, my child!' said Mrs Pipchin, hurrying to his bed's head. 'Not
good-bye?'

For an instant, Paul looked at her with the wistful face with which he
had so often gazed upon her in his corner by the fire. 'Yes,' he said
placidly, 'good-bye! Walter dear, good-bye!'--turning his head to where
he stood, and putting out his hand again. 'Where is Papa?'

He felt his father's breath upon his cheek, before the words had parted
from his lips.

'Remember Walter, dear Papa,' he whispered, looking in his face.
'Remember Walter. I was fond of Walter!' The feeble hand waved in the
air, as if it cried 'good-bye!' to Walter once again.

'Now lay me down,' he said, 'and, Floy, come close to me, and let me see
you!'

Sister and brother wound their arms around each other, and the golden
light came streaming in, and fell upon them, locked together.

'How fast the river runs, between its green banks and the rushes, 'Floy!
But it's very near the sea. I hear the waves! They always said so!'

Presently he told her the motion of the boat upon the stream was lullin