"I promised mother--oh, my poor darling mother! And Dody lying in my bed! Who would have thought of such things?
Perhaps heaven does look after us and interfere.

What will become of me?
Oh, you pretty innocent in your sleep! I lie for hours, and can't sleep.

She binds her hair in a knot on the pillow, just as she used to in the old farm days!" Rhoda knew that her sister was bending over her now, but she was almost frigid, and could not move.
Dahlia went to the looking-glass.

"How flushed I am!" she murmured.

"No; I'm pale, quite white.