"Just see now!" said Timmins "there she lies on the floor enough to give her her death of cold; poor child! she's tired to death and Mrs. Dunscombe made her walk up from the steamboat to-night, rather than do it herself; I declare I wished the coach would break down, only for the other folks. I am glad I have got a good supper for her, though thank you, Miss Johns."
"And I'll tell you what, I'll go and get you some nice hot tea," said the chambermaid, who was quite touched by the sight of Ellen's little pale face.
"Thank you," said Timmins "you're a darling. This is as cold as a stone."
While the chambermaid went forth on her kind errand, Timmins stooped down by the little sleeper's side. "Miss Ellen!" she said "Miss Ellen! wake up, dear wake up, and get some supper come! you'll feel a great deal better for it you shall sleep as much as you like afterwards."
Slowly Ellen raised herself, and opened her eyes. "Where am
I?" she asked looking bewildered.
"Here, dear," said Timmins "wake up and eat something it will do you good."
With a sigh poor Ellen arose and came to the fire.
"You're tired to death, ain't you?" said Timmins.
"Not quite," said Ellen. "I shouldn't mind that, if my legs would not ache so and my head, too."
"Now I'm sorry!" said Timmins "but your head will be better for eating, I know. See here I've got you some nice chicken, and oysters, and I'll make this muffin hot for you by the fire and here comes your tea. Miss Johns, I'm your servant, and I'll be your bridesmaid with the greatest pleasure in life. Now, Miss Ellen, dear, just you put yourself on that low chair, and I'll fix you off."