I did not answer, and she changed the subject, with the excitability of all sick people.
"Mrs. Dennison makes the house very gay," she said.
"Very! Her manners are charming!"
"She seems a superior woman. Do you begin to like her, Martha?"
"Oh, I am difficult to please, you know," I replied, trying to laugh. "Girls, old or young, and widows seldom agree; besides, I can only care for people whom I have known a long time."
She did not answer, but pushed her hair back from her forehead, and looked absently at the flowers.
"I have such bad dreams," she said; "I never can recall them distinctly; but they seem full of trouble."
"Of whom do you dream?"
"All of you—principally of Jessie. Sometimes I think I must be awake and standing in her room—the vision is so real."
"Such fancies are very common to an invalid," I said.