"He looks dreadfully bad," Felicia said, shaking her head sadly.
"Have you seen him?" Molly inquired in surprise.
"Yes, last night, and for a few minutes this morning. Your mother is going to sit awhile with him by-and-by. He is quite out of pain now. Oh, here comes Miss Barton!"
The governess entered the room, looking very bright and happy, and immediately addressed herself to Felicia.
"I was wondering if you would like me to go to see your friend, Mrs. M'Cosh, whilst I am in Bristol, my dear," she said kindly; "don't you think she would like to hear how you are getting on?"
"Oh, I am sure she would!" Felicia cried. "How very good of you to think of it, Miss Barton."
"Not at all. What shall I tell her about you?"
"That I am very happy at the Priory, and that grandfather is very, very kind to me. And please say I shall never forget all she did for mother and me, and that I think of her and dear Mr. M'Cosh every day of my life."
"Anything else?"
"Yes, I should like you to tell her what a beautiful old house the Priory is, and about Uncle Guy, and Uncle Nathaniel, and Aunt Mary, and—"