“I? How can I?”
“By letting the sunshine come back into your face. You’ve nearly broken my heart lately, what with seeing you crying and being so ill.”
“I’m going to try, nurse.”
“That’s right. What’s that? Hail?”
At that moment there was a tap at the door.
“Nearly ready to go down, my darling?”
The door opened, and Mrs Wilton appeared.
“May I come in? Ah, quite ready. Come, that’s better, my pretty pet. Why, you look lovely and quite a colour coming into your face. Now, don’t she look nice this morning?”
“Yes, ma’am; I’ve been telling her so.”
“I thought we should bring her round. I am pleased, and you’re a very good girl. Your uncle will be delighted; but come along down, and let’s make the tea, or he’ll be going about like a roaring lion for his food. Oh! bless me, what’s that?”