"I feel new all over, dear Star," said Edith, smiling down upon her dearest friend. "Everything is so bright and so charming outside today, it seems it was made just for me in my recovery. How I wish I could go out upon the lawn and pluck the flowers, and listen to the birds, and even sing myself."
"You may go some day, dear Edith; you may go, and I will be the first to go and lead you the way," replied the constant Star.
"Oh, Star! that some day, some day, always keeps ringing in my ears—I hope it will come," said Edith, with a tear of regret coming down her brightening cheek.
"Do not be despondent, dear," said Star, brushing away Edith's tears.
"I am not despondent, dear," said Edith; "I am happy."
"I thought tears were shed in sorrow, Edith," responded Star, in her innocence.
"I have had no sorrow, dear. My life has been one of happiness; and when I am most happy, I shed tears, sometimes," said Edith.
"Oh, Edith, I know," said Star, with a mischievous look.
"Does he know?" asked Edith, putting her arm around the neck of her friend.
"He must know," answered Star, seriously.