"Miss Linisfarne! Are you ill?"
"Ill, child? I am very ill," replied Miss Linisfarne, in a hurried voice. "See how bright my eyes are; feel how hot my hands are. Fever, child--fever."
"Lie down again, and let me get you a cooling drink--your medicine."
"No medicine will do me any good, child. I am dying."
"You must not talk like that, Miss Linisfarne," said Meg, soothingly; "you are only excited and feverish. Lie down again. Please do."
"Why are you here?" asked Miss Linisfarne, taking no notice of the gentle request.
"I came to say how sorry I am that----"
"There, there, child--say no more about it."
"You forgive me?"
"Yes. I forgive you. See, I kiss you. Of course I forgive you."