Mollie and Grace both nodded.
“But I don’t want to be left out of the visit to Eunice, either,” Bab protested. “Never mind,” she went on, lowering her voice; “if Reginald Latham has any connection with Eunice, see if I don’t find it out this afternoon.”
“Well, just you wait and see!” ended Mistress Barbara.
“Mollie, you go into the room to see Eunice first,” said Ruth as they reached the hospital. “Grace and I will wait outside the door. You can call us when you think we may come in. Eunice may be frightened.”
But Ruth need not have feared.
As Mollie went into her room, Eunice was sitting up in bed. Her straight black hair was neatly combed and hung over her shoulders in two heavy braids. The child had on a fresh white night gown. Already she looked fairer from the short time spent indoors.
Eunice stretched out her slim brown hands to Mollie.
“My little fair one!” she cried rapturously.
“I feared never to see you again. My grandmother told me I must return to the wigwam as soon as I am well; but I do not want to leave this pretty bed. See how white and soft it is.”