Madeline looked up at Miss Harper with a kind of vague wonder in her countenance, and then let her eyes wander slowly about the room, as if searching for some person or object.
“Haven’t I been away from here, Miss Harper?” she inquired, looking at Florence.
“Why do you ask that question?”
“I’m sure it isn’t all just a dream. That Mrs. Jeckyl! Oh, dear! I feel so strangely!” And Madeline laid her hand upon her breast.
“Don’t think of any thing, dear, but the happy present,” said Florence, smiling into the little girl’s face.
But the eyes of Madeline were filling with tears, and their expression had become very sad.
“Oh, it was so dreadful!”
“What was dreadful, Maddy?” her mother asked.
“I don’t know,” she answered, in a bewildered manner. “I saw it all just now; and now it’s gone again.”
“What is gone, love?”