Perhaps an hour after, there was a low tap at my door, and, in obedience to my summons, Lottie danced into the room.
"She's all alone, Miss Hyde. Babylon's trotted Mr. Lee into the garden, and Miss Jessie's in her own chamber. Come right along and sit with Mrs. Lee."
CHAPTER XXXII.
MRS. LEE DREAMS OF PASSION-FLOWERS.
I rose at once and went to the chamber of our dear invalid. She was lying on a sofa, supported by pillows, and looking with pleasure at the bouquet of wild flowers that had been placed on her table.
"I am glad to see you, Miss Hyde," she said. "Come in and sit here close by me. Look at my pretty flowers."
"They are very lovely!" I replied.
"They make me feel as if I were in the woods."
She sighed, checked the vain regret, and added cheerfully.