"Do you think she will die, Uncle Duncan?" asked Marion.
"There is no saying; she may do worse than die," answered the doctor. "Pray for her, my child, for she needs all our prayers. I have great fears that she will never know anything again."
[CHAPTER VII.]
THE MISSION MEETING.
SATURDAY came, and with it the missionary meeting. Therese had not yet recovered her senses, but there were signs of improvement. Her pulse was better, and she swallowed what was put in her mouth.
"Oh, I do hope she will live," said Marion as she slipped into the room and stood looking at her playmate. "How pale she has grown!"
"That is a good sign," said the doctor.
"Don't you think she will live, Uncle Duncan?"
"I cannot tell, Marion; I hope she may, unless her mind should prove to be hopelessly gone. That has been my fear from the first. In that case we can hardly wish for her life, for we have reason to believe that she is prepared for death."
"I should not have thought that Therese had so much feeling," observed Marion, "she always seemed so lively and cheerful. Some girls in her situation would never have held their heads up at all, but Therese was always ready to help in any fun that was going on. If I had been in her place, my spirits would have been so depressed I should not have been able to enjoy anything."