“I—I mean to, mamma. It was Lulu—Lulu whom I have sometimes treated so unkindly—who saved my life.” With the words tears rolled down Rosie’s cheeks. “Mamma, I want to see and thank her.”
“I will ask her to come to you after awhile,” Elsie said. “I think she has not eaten her breakfast yet. It is early, and I have not heard the bell.”
There was a gentle tap at the door. Violet had come to ask how her young sister was. Lulu was with her on the same errand.
“Better; I trust the danger is past,” Grandma Elsie said. “Come in and speak to her. Lulu, dear child, how shall I ever thank you? Cousin Arthur says we owe Rosie’s life to you.”
“I owe you a great deal more, dear Grandma Elsie,” responded the little girl, returning with ardent affection the warm embrace Mrs. Travilla had given her along with her grateful words.
“Lu,” called Rosie feebly from the bed, “O Lu, come here, won’t you?”
Lulu complied at once, saying, “I’m ever so glad you are better, Rosie.”
“If it hadn’t been for you I’d have been dead before this,” returned Rosie with a burst of tears. “And O, Lu, I didn’t deserve it of you. I want to kiss you, if you’ll let me.”
“Of course I will,” Lulu answered, bending down to give and receive a caress.
Rosie put her arms round Lulu’s neck, sobbing, “I haven’t always been kind to you, Lu, Please say that you forgive me.”