As Golden had feared, little Ruby's day and night of excitement proved too much for her. She was unable to rise from her bed the next morning, being prostrated by one of her nervous headaches.
To add to her ill-feeling, damp, rainy weather set in during the night, spoiling all the pleasant plans of the newly-arrived party for the day.
Golden darkened the room, lighted a fire on the hearth, and carefully tended the little patient who dozed fitfully until mid-day, when she awakened and declared herself better.
"Has no one been in to see me, Mary?" she inquired, and Golden answered:
"Yes, your mamma came to the door while you were sleeping, but went away again, saying that she would not disturb your rest."
"You may go and tell her to come now, Mary."
"I think she is with your uncle just now, dear. Cannot you wait a little while?" said Golden. "She said she would go to him a little while, as you were asleep.
"No, I cannot wait," replied Ruby fretfully. "Tell mamma to bring Uncle Bert with her."
"If you have too much company your head will ache again, Ruby."
"No, it will not. It is ever so much better. Why don't you do as I ask you, Mary?" cried the spoiled child.