When Euphra woke, her first breath was like a deep draught of spiritual water. She felt as if some sorrow had passed from her, and some gladness come in its stead. She thought and thought, and found that the gladness was Margaret. She had scarcely made the discovery, when the door gently opened, and Margaret peeped in to see if she were awake.
“May I come in?” she said.
“Yes, please, Margaret.”
“How do you feel to-day?”
“Oh, so much better, dear Margaret! Your kindness will make me well.”
“I am so glad! Do lie still awhile, and I will bring you some breakfast. Mrs. Elton will be so pleased to find you let me wait on you!”
“She asked me, Margaret, if you should; but I was too miserable—and too naughty, for I did not like you.”
“I knew that; but I felt sure you would not dislike me always.”
“Why?”
“Because I could not help loving you.”