“No worse, then?”
“Not a bit,” she answered, smiling.
“Then I’ll get a bite and go back to work again. It does me good to come and have a look at you and know you are here.”
“Oh, I shall always be here.”
“And so shall I,” he answered, confidently.
After that, how could Aunt Affy but decide once again, and for ever, that he should always be here.
XVIII. JUDITH’S TURNING-POINT.
“No act falls fruitless; none can tell
How vast its power may be,
Nor what results infolded dwell