The summer shines on wave and wild,
The fern is fragrant as of old,
And you are well again, dear child!
MR. AXTELL.
PART II.
Katie (the doctor's name for her) said consolingly, as we went up-stairs,—
"I am going to sleep in Miss Lettie's little dressing-room; the door is close beside her bed. If you want me, you can speak,—I shall be sure to hear"; and she lighted my footsteps to the door.
I went in hastily, for Katie was gone. The statuesque lady became informed with life; she started violently, and said,—
"Who is it?"
"I beg pardon for the noise," I said; "how are you?"