"Sometimes I fear," she said to Mrs. Lindsay, "that it will deafen me, hush me, kill me!"
"It will not, dear; and I will always be near."
"Unless you were, I would not dare. You are the only hope, Mrs. Lindsay."
"That's not so, Donelle. The real hope is your gift. You are taking it there to make it perfect."
"I hope so. And when I have learned, I must get Mamsey into my new life, quick."
"Indeed, yes!" Mrs. Lindsay nodded cheerfully.
"Isn't it queer how some people are part of you? Mamsey is part of me, Mrs. Lindsay." Then softly, "I suppose you know how Mamsey got me and from where?"
Alice Lindsay started.
"Yes, Mam'selle told me," she said.
"I never speak of it. Mamsey thought best that I should not; but I do not forget! Often, when we are driving past St. Michael's—I remember."