Fayette put on her wrapper, and curled herself up on the sofa, leaving Sue and the doctor watching by the fire.
When she woke it was broad daylight. All seemed quiet about the house. She stole across the floor, and looked into her aunt’s room. Mrs. Ford was awake, and held out her hand.
“Is the pain gone, aunt?” asked Fayette, kissing her, and feeling a new love rising in her heart.
“Yes, child; but I am very weak.”
“It was the ether saved your life, I really think,” said Fayette, to whom the past night seemed like a dream.
“No, my dear,” said Mrs. Ford. “It was you.”
“Bow-wow.”