"Now I'll go," she said, getting up. "I was in a fearful state about you, but now that everything has turned out so splendidly I feel quite all right again. Bless your sweet face, Lexie. I'd like to kiss you only I'm such a bad creature." Her lips trembled.
"Nonsense! Then I'll kiss you." Alexandra did so. "You're not going to-night, Maggy. You've got to stay here with me. We'll tuck in together. Here's a nightie."
"Tuck in—with you!" Maggy repeated. "But, Lexie—I'm not—like you."
"Nothing that's happened can make any difference between us, Maggy. Try and forget you ever left me. Get undressed, dear."
Very soon they were lying together in the little bed in the darkness. Alexandra did not talk. She wanted Maggy to get to sleep. It was so evident that she needed it. Half-an-hour passed in silence. A whisper from Maggy broke it.
"Asleep, Lexie?"
"No, dear."
"Have you enough room?"
"Heaps."
"May I have your hand to hold, Lexie? I feel so lonely."