"But do you know the danger?" asked the poor mother. "Do you know that her disease is contagious, and that you run the risk of taking it?"
"I know all, but life is not very precious to me. I love your little daughter, and I am willing to risk my life for her."
Mrs. Graham made no further opposition. In truth, she was glad and encouraged to find a friend who was willing to help her—more especially one whom the little girl loved nearly as much as herself.
So these two faithful women watched by day and by night at the bedside of little Florette, relieving each other when nature's demand for rest became imperative, and the result was that Florette was saved. The crisis was safely past, and neither contracted the disease.
When Florette was well enough, Mrs. Graham prepared to set out for her Northern home.
"How lonely I shall feel without you," exclaimed Mrs. Conrad, with a sigh.
"Then come with us," said Mrs. Graham."Florette loves you, and after what has passed I look upon you as a sister. I have a pleasant home in Chicago, and wish you to share it."
"But I am a stranger to you, Mrs. Graham. How do you know that I am worthy?"
"The woman who has nursed my child back from death is worthy of all honor in my household."
"But your husband?"