"What is it?" asked Ada, thinking she wished to say something.
"Ada, dear, I do not like to keep you in ignorance; but would you not like to see your dear mamma before—"
Ada started, and sat up in bed, raising her heavy eyes in surprise.
"There is no hurry, dear," answered Christina tenderly; "but I knew what I should have liked."
"Yes, yes; I have been so ill. I forgot she could not be here always."
Christina gave her her clothes, and Ada dressed, trembling in every limb.
"Can you, dear?" asked Christina, with tears in her eyes.
"Oh, yes, please. I shall come back to bed after."
"Shall I come with you, or wait here?"
"If you would help me to the door? Oh, I'm so giddy."