Partings

A faint exclamation sounded through the stillness, whereupon Edith
looked round quickly, and hurried to the bedside.

"Margot! My darling! Do you know me at last?"

Margot smiled wanly. The smooth rounded face had fallen away sadly in
that week of fever and unconsciousness, and a little hand was pushed
feebly forward.

"Of course. I'm so glad! Edie, have I been ill?"

"Yes, darling; but you are better now. After a few days' rest you will
be well again. You must not be nervous about your dear self."

"And you came?"

"Yes, darling; Ron telegraphed, and father and I came up at once. Agnes
is taking care of the boys."

"So kind! I remember--it was the mist. Was--Ron--safe?"

"Yes, darling, quite safe. He and Mr Elgood arrived at the cottage
very soon after you, and were so thankful to find you there."

"Is--is everybody well?"

Again that faint flush showed on the cheeks; but Edie was mercifully
blind, and answered with direct simplicity-"Every one, dear, and you are going to be quite well, too. You must not
talk any more just now, for you are rather a weak little girl still.
Drink this cup of milk, and roll over, and have another nap. It is good
to see you sleeping quietly and peacefully again. There! Shut your
eyes, like a good girl!"