“How the same?”
“Onsensible.”
Miss Grip immediately took off her bonnet and shawl, and flung them on the hat-rack, saying:
“Show me the way up through this old jail to the den where your master lies.”
The man looked daggers at the insolent little woman, but he obeyed her, and led the way to the spacious upper chamber where the patient lay, watched by old Mrs. Lindsay and patient little Glo’.
Miss Agrippina nodded silently to the nurse, then kissed the child and sent her out of the room, saying that a sick room was no wholesome place for a little girl.
Now that Miss De Crespigney had come to take her proper place at the bedside of her suffering nephew, good Mrs. Lindsay found herself at liberty to return home and look after her own little affairs.
The child wept at parting with her old friend, and said:
“I know there is no work to do at the landing while all this snow and ice is piled up everywhere; but, oh, do please to send David Lindsay to see me sometimes. I shall be so lonesome when you are gone.”
The gentle old dame promised to do so, and went away to look for Laban to row her over to the little isle.