"Yes, you will, dear. I will help you. What made you tell me to-day, Lena?"
"O Gerty!" she exclaimed, sitting up and looking very grave, "I have got such a headache, and I am so hot and my cheeks so red, I am sure I am going to have the fever like little Mary Roberts."
"O Lena, what nonsense!"
"It is not, Gertrude. I never had such a bad headache before, and I am so hot, and I thought about what you said about dying when you were doing wrong, so I felt I must tell; and, Gerty"—here she lowered her voice—"I asked God to help me, and then you came in."
"Darling," was the only answer. Then a knock came to the door and the servant's voice was heard saying, "Tea is ready."
Gertrude helped Lena to get ready, and together they went downstairs.
Miss Gifford called out in surprise as they entered the room, "My poor little Lena, I am afraid your sleep has not done you any good. Are you feeling ill?"
"Yes, Miss Gifford, my head aches, and I am so hot I could not sleep."
"You shall sit in the arm-chair by the window; it is so pleasant now with the cool sea-breeze coming in, and Gerty shall give you a cup of tea."
Lena sat very quietly, accepting all Miss Gifford's kindness in silence; but when Gerty took her a cup of tea she whispered, "Must I tell Miss Gifford?"