Even this assuagement of her fears Letty had to plead for; Mary's being so much with her was to him reason, and he made it excuse, for absence; he had begun to dread Mary.

Nor, when at length he was sent for, was he in any great haste; all was well over ere he arrived.

But he was a little touched when, drawing his face down to hers, she feebly whispered, "He's as like to you, Tom, as ever small thing was to great!" She saw the slight emotion, and fell asleep comforted.
It was night when she woke.

Mary was sitting by her.
"O Mary!" she cried, "the angels have been calling me again.

Did you hear them ?" "No," answered Mary, a little coldly, for, if ever she was inclined to be hard, it was toward self-sentiment.