"In a cable?" cried Zura. "Think of that and break into tears."
"No, the money for it."
"Money! Where did you get it?" I demanded, thinking that Jane had suddenly gone crazy.
"I prayed and wrote letters," she answered. "Read."
Still doubting I took the paper and read aloud:
Build hospital. Draft for four thousand dollars on way.
Friends of the Cause.
For minutes the ticking of the clock sounded like the dropping of pebbles in a still pool. I could not speak, for the wonder of a miracle was upon me. By faith the impossible had come to pass. Finally Jane looked up and asked wistfully, "Oh! Zury, aren't you glad for me?"
"Glad!" echoed the girl, leaning over and caressing the faded cheek. "I'm as happy as if I were pinning on my own orange blossoms this minute. Dear, dear little Jinny with her beautiful dream coming true!"
I had never thought Zura beautiful. Now, as she bent over Jane, flushed with excitement, her eyes deep glowing, her shining hair flashing back the red of the firelight, she was as brilliant as a golden pheasant hovering above a little gray sparrow.