"I may well ask you what is the matter?" said Mrs. Aylmer, now standing stock still in front of her daughter and raising a round, agitated face to Florence.  "Postoffice orders, and from you, Flo!  Oh, my dear, darling, precious child, I have been wondering at never hearing from you.  I wrote to tell you all about my illness--not until it was over, Flo; as I said to myself, 'No, the child shall not be disturbed; that Scholarship she must win.  I will not tell her that her mother is ill until her mother is out of danger.'  But when the danger was past I told you--oh, my darling, I have not had any postoffice orders from you nor any letters whatsoever--none whatsoever, Flo, and I have been so astonished.  I have tried not to feel hurt.  I am very sensible about most things.  I was sure that you did not write because you were too busy to write, but still, in the dead of night, I did shed one or two tears--I did really, my own pet."