However, such well-grounded colds as she had taken are not disposed of in a minute; and Rotha's kept her shut up for yet several days more. Wonders went on multiplying; for a little cot bed was brought into the room, (which Rotha found was Mrs. Mowbray's own) and made up there for her occupancy; and there actually she slept those nights. And Mrs. Mowbray nursed her; gave her medicine, by night and by day; sent her dainty meals, and allowed her to amuse herself with anything she could find. Rotha found a book suited to her pleasure, and had a luxurious time of it. Towards the end of the second day, Mrs. Mowbray came into the room; a little while before dinner.
"How do you do?" she said, standing and surveying her patient.
"Very well, ma'am; almost quite well."
"You will be glad to be let out of prison?"
"It is a very pleasant prison."
"I do not think any prison is pleasant. What book have you got there?
Mrs. Sherwood. Do you like it?"
"O very much, ma'am!"
"My dear, your aunt has sent your trunk, at my request; and Miss Blodgett has unpacked it to get at the things you were wanting. But there is only one warm dress in it. Is that your whole ward robe?"
"What dress is that? what sort, I mean?"
"Grey merino, I believe."