"Now, I am real mad at you, Star, for permitting such a thing. I would have been real mad at him, too—I would not have permitted it, had I been in my senses," said Edith, affecting anger.
"That is the reason he did it, Edith; you couldn't help yourself; you were not in your senses," said the compromising Star.
"Go on, Star," said Edith, seeing that Star was hesitating about telling her more.
"You called for him every day for a week, Edith, till—"
"—I am a little goose, Star; I always knew I was; now I know it. Did he come?"
"He came; and brought you back to your senses, dear."
"I do now remember seeing him somewhere—sometime—I can't think, Star—where it was—what else?" said Edith, growing nervous.
"He came every day, Edith—every day, after that, and sat by your bed for an hour, and held your hand—"
"—now I know I am a goose for allowing such conduct—no, I am not mad, Star. Did he do that?"
"—and he knelt down and prayed for you, every day, almost, Edith."