I looked back. Noticing that only one of the shades was lifted,—
"I will leave it for you to do," I said; and with one involuntary glance at the young, life-young face, painted there, I went.
"I thought I heard Abraham's footsteps in the hall," said Miss Axtell, when I entered the room.
"You did," I replied. "He is come in."
The second time the sister called, "Abraham!"
"Yes, Lettie," he answered; but he did not come.
"What is the matter, Abraham?" she asked. "Why do you not come?"
"I'm coming, Lettie."
I thought of the "something soft and cool" that Sophie was making for the invalid; and the thought took me up and carried me away before he came in.
It was not destined that I should be long gone; for I met Katie bringing up something, whose odor was not even a temperate one.