"Thee'll see that all was ordered for the best, and be content when thee gets strong. People are often better every way after a good fit of sickness. I believe the Good Physician will give His healing touch to thy soul as well as thy body. Ah, here is Zillah. Come in, little girl. Richard wishes to see thee."
Bearing a bowl in both hands, she entered hesitatingly.
"Why, Zillah, you waiting on me, too! It's all like a fairy tale, and I'm transformed into a great prince, and am waited on right royally. I'm going to drink that broth to your health, as if you were a great lady. It will do me more good than all the drugs of all the doctors, just because you are such a good little fairy, and have bewitched it."
The child dimpled all over with pleasure as she came and stood by my side.
"Oh, I'm so glad thee's getting well!" she cried. "Thee talks queer, but not so queer as thee did before. Thee—"
A warning gesture from her mother checked her, and she looked a little frightened.
"That will do, Zillah. After Richard has taken this I'm not going to let him talk for a long time."
"Do you want to make me all well, Zillah?" I asked, smiling into her troubled and sympathetic face.
She nodded eagerly and most emphatically.
"Then climb on a chair and give me a kiss."