"Yes, quite at rest; and he too had no more tears, and he was quite, quite happy," said Violet. "And this is all true, is it not, Evelina?"
Evelina caught one glimpse of the little quivering face, and she replied quickly,—
"Without doubt; at least it is just as I read it in the book."
"It was not a fairy tale?"
"No, certainly not."
"Evelina, come closer. There, put thy arms round my neck." Violet pressed her little burning lips on Evelina's cheek. "I will never be cross with thee any more—never, never. I will try to love thee better every day.—And all the poor sick hunchbacks have wings, have they not; and I, too, I shall have wings?"
"Oh yes, beautiful shining wings." In Evelina's own throat there was a catch now, and she breathed painfully. "There, let me settle thy pillows, and try and rest a bit; it will do thee good to sleep awhile."
"Yes, I am so tired; but that story thou toldest me is too, too lovely." She loosened her arms from Evelina's neck and lay back with a long contented sigh.
"Where shall I put this Bible, darling?"
"On the chest, please; or stay, it is better to put it inside. Open the lid and lay it down in the corner quite close to my bed."