'Let Minette come and say good-night to me, mother,' she said, when Mrs Prothero had made her comfortable.
Mrs Prothero called the child, and her grandfather brought her upstairs.
'How does my girl feel to-night?' asked Mr Prothero cheerfully.
'Better, father, thank you; quite well indeed. God bless you, darling. Be a good child to grandmother and Aunt Gladys, and all. God bless you, father. I think I should like to have Owen and Gladys to wish me good-night; it is so nice to see you all together.'
Owen and Gladys came, and Netta bade 'God bless' them all, and said she should now go to sleep quite happy.
Gladys went to put Minette to bed, and Mrs Prothero sat by Netta's pillow.
'Good-night, mother; God bless you,' Netta said, more than once, before she fell asleep.
When Gladys returned, she was sleeping peacefully.
'The excitement of the day seems to have passed away,' whispered Gladys. 'Let me watch by her, dear mother.'
The words 'mother' and 'daughter' had come quite naturally to Mrs Prothero and Gladys.