t to t out a jar of grease. te and ty sat, took a , and began to  into Nurse Bacons sh.

    t finds tty chuckled.

    I turned my o my pilloty a demon at  cil I could cry no more.

    And t beside my bed, and tle.

    Come, my dear. You must not give in to tears.

    It  out o me. I sa, and flinched.

    A  it. I am not quite in my rigo t,  a ches. hush!

    Saken a  I s soft; and tness of it, and t s piece of kindness t anyone o to cry again. Nurse Bacon looked over. Ive got my eye on you, so me. Dont t. ttled back in ty still o her fingers.

    I said quietly,

    You mustnt t home.

    I am sure you do not, answered Miss ilson.

    Im only so frighey say I am mad.

    You must keep your spirit. t so  nor is it perfectly kind. t  breatall. t t pap!—I so see it served to a gardeners boy.

    her voice had risen. Nurse Bacon looked over again, and curled her lip.

    I so see you blusom! she said.

    Miss ilson worked h and looked embarrassed.

    A reference, so me, to my pallor. ill you believe me if I tell you, tance in ter ed to c, !

    S so mad, my  quite sank.

    tering hand had fallen.

    I believe—let me see—tle of the passing seasons ... I should say, many years.

    ty, said Nurse Bacon, still listening. For you e an old ?— een years, tumn.—Aty, there! Good girl.

    S out h, and her eyes closed. I

    t in y years!—and t must have shown on my face, for Miss ilson said,

    You must not tay so