"Anything you like."
"Truly?"
"Certainly; don't you remember what we were talking of last week— man's God-given dominion over all things?"
"Well, it surpasses my comprehension, for I have always had to be careful what I ate after one of these attacks! But I am in your hands, Kathie—you may bring me what you choose, and I believe I am hungry," Miss Reynolds returned, in a tone of conviction.
"You shall have something very soon," Katherine assured her, and, having dressed her hair while talking, she now flew away to her own room to complete her toilet, a paean of praise thrilling her heart for the recent safe and triumphant passage through the Red Sea of human fear and error, whose waves had so threatened to engulf her patient the night before.
Breakfast was nearly over when she reached the dining room; but she slid quietly into her place and made a hurried meal, after which she sought the matron and gave her order for Miss Reynolds, saying she would wait and take the tray up to her.
While she was waiting, Mrs. Seabrook espied her and came to inquire for her patient.
"She is more comfortable this morning," Katherine replied, and, thinking it wise not to say very much regarding the conditions upstairs.
Mrs. Seabrook appeared greatly relieved.
"I am thankful," she said. "I was very anxious about her last night, for I have never seen her so ill before. Poor Dorrie is not as well, either, this morning," she concluded, with a weary sigh.