"Indeed!" said the mother, with an earnest look breaking through the heaviness of her eyes.
"Yes, indeed; but then I never wake in the night without wondering if you sleep well."
"Did you see me?" questioned the mother, anxiously.
"See you, mother?"
Mrs. Lee smiled faintly, and shook her head as if to cast off some strange thought.
"Of course, it was impossible. I must have slept long enough to dream; but it seems to me as if I was in your room last night. Something called me there, a faint, white shadow, that sometimes took the outline of an angel, sometimes floated before me like a cloud."
"Oh, my good mother! it was kind to come, even in your dreams," said Jessie, kissing the little hand that lay in hers.
Mrs. Lee looked troubled, and seemed to be searching her memory for something.
"It took me—the cloud-angel—you know, into the blue room."
"The blue room!" Jessie and I exclaimed together, for that was the apartment in which Mrs. Dennison slept, though the fact had never been mentioned to Mrs. Lee, and another chamber had at first been intended for our guest. "The blue room?"