“I have thought of it all, over and over,” replied Annie, “and I think she will make a good nurse for me.”
Mrs. Lee hesitated a long time. She could not bear to deny Annie, and could not overcome her dislike to the proposed arrangement. But Annie’s pleading look at length decided her.
“You wish very much to try this wild-goose plan!” she said, resuming the conversation.
“Very much, mamma,” replied Annie.
“Well, you shall have your own way about it. It will last but a few days, I am sure; and the change will interest you at any rate, poor thing!” Then going to the window, she looked down into the yard, and said, “Mrs. Dillon, come up to Miss Annie’s room, will you?”
In a minute the woman made her appearance at the door, with the suds still lingering in foamy flakes upon her arms and along the folds of her apron.
“You have a daughter, I believe?” said Mrs. Lee.
“Two of them, an’ ye plaze, ma’am,” replied Biddy, wiping her arms as she spoke.
“Are they both at home?”
“It’s Bessie that is in service; and it’s only Annorah that’s at home, shure.”