The first indication of her amendment was her recognition of her mother.
The old lady was sitting in a rocking-chair beside the bed, when Margaret lifted her head from the pillow, and said, in a tone of curiosity,—
“Who are you?”
“Who am I?” inquired her mother. “Don’t you know me, Margaret?”
“You look some like my mother. Are you?”
“Yes, Margaret, I am your own mother, who loves you.”
“I believe you are. How long have I been sick, mother?”
“It is—let me see,” said the old lady, reflectively. “It must be six weeks. Yes, it will be six to-morrow.”
“And for six weeks I have been confined to this room and this bed?”
“Yes, my child.”