"Your back?"
"Yes; but I must expect it, Nellie. Don't look sad, darling. 'Neither will there be any more pain there.'"
"No, dear. 'The former things will be passed away;' but I wish—"
"Do not wish anything but what is sent me," he answered. "It is all love."
Nellie kissed his forehead, and turned away. "All love," she repeated to herself, as she went up to her room; "all love.
'All the paths of the Lord are mercy and truth.'"
As she looked from her window over the sea, and thought of all these things, she saw Walter come in from his walk, with Netta and Isabel leaning on him on either side, full of life and spirits.
"There's Nellie at her window," exclaimed Netta, looking up. "Nellie, Walter wants you to come down. He's cut his finger, and Christina is nowhere to be seen."
"I will come," said Nellie, hastening down.
"Is it bad?" she asked, as she rapidly got out rag and calendula, which she always kept handy.