"Then I don't mind. I'll think of you sometimes too, Duchess."
The Duchess pondered and presently asked, "How will you do that, Bob?"
"Do what, Duchess?"
"Think of me when you're dead."
"I'll be able to. Mother told me so. I shall be up there."
"Oh," said the Duchess, following the direction of Bob's eyes, unconscious of his meaning.
"There now, get along with you," said Bob's mother to the two girls, "or the boy'll never have done with his nonsense."
"You'll come and see me to-morrow, Duchess?" said Bob, as the girls were leaving the room.
"Yes," promised the Duchess, with a backward glance at the bird, which was now an object of more than ordinary interest to her.
For four days the Duchess paid a visit to Bob, upon whom Dr. Lyon was then attending. The doctor met her on the fifth day, and forbade her to come again, saying something about fever, which the Duchess did not understand. Two days after that she herself was taken ill. Sally did not leave her; the Duchess lay quiet until the afternoon, when she suddenly asked Sally how Bob was.