Mollie then took Eunice away to lie down.
The child was so tired she soon fell asleep on Mollie’s bed.
Mollie sat thinking quietly by the darkened window. She had taken a deep fancy to little Eunice, who had seemed to cling to her since their first strange meeting.
Barbara and Mollie Thurston were both unusually thoughtful girls. Their mother’s devoted companions for years, their poverty had made them understand more of life. Mollie realized it would not do for Eunice to grow up ignorant and wild, with only her old grandmother for a companion. The little Indian was already thirsting for a different life. And, some day, the grandmother would die. What would then become of Eunice?
A little before four o’clock Eunice awakened, having slept nearly two hours. She was refreshed and happy again.
Mollie made Eunice bathe her face. She herself fixed the child’s hair, now smooth and glossy from the care that the nurses at the hospital had given to it.
“We will go back to see our friends now, Eunice,” explained Mollie.
Eunice nodded. “It is wonderful here where you live!” she declared. “Sometimes I think I have dreamed of people like you and your friends. I think I have seen things like what you have here in this house. But how could I dream of what I knew nothing?”
Mollie shook her head thoughtfully. “Eunice, dear, you will have to ask a wiser person than I am about your dreams. Who knows what may be stored away in that little head of yours? Come, dear, let us put your gold chain on the outside of your dress. There can be no harm in that. I think Miss Sallie, the lady with the white hair, would like to look at it.”
Eunice, who had a girl’s fancy for pretty ornaments, was glad to have Mollie pull the chain out from under her dress. The curious, beautiful ornament shone glittering and lovely against the light background formed by the child’s dress.