It was Rhoda.
"Go to bed, Polly: you are no use here." "You'd be sleepy if you worked as hard as I do." "Very likely," said Rhoda, with a gentleness that struck Polly as very singular.

"Good-night." Rhoda spent the night watching, and thinking harder than she had ever thought before.
Next morning, early, Polly came into the sick-room.

There sat her sister watching the patient, out of sight.
"La, Rhoda! Have you sat there all night ?" "Yes.

Don't speak so loud.

Come here.