The poor girl is sleeping, and I can slip away." Mr.and Mrs.Wendall parted from her feelingly and gratefully.

Madge promised to come again soon.
For a few moments they drove in silence, and then Madge sighed: "How young, fresh, and full of beautiful life the world seems this morning! The contrast with that poor, suffering, dying girl is too great.
Nature often appears strangely indifferent." "I am not indifferent, Madge.

I kept a sort of watch with you for an hour or two last night in the wee, sma' hours, and tried to imagine you sitting in just such an open window as I saw there, with the moonlight on your face; and I thought that the poor girl had one good angel watching over her.

You know I am a man of the world, but an act of ministry like this touches me closely." "No, Graydon; not a good angel, but a very human creature was the watcher." "Tell me about it--that is, continue the story from the point where Mary left off;" and he explained about Mrs.Muir's account of the previous evening.
"Well, you know what a wilful creature I am ?" she began, with the glimmer of a smile.
"Oh, yes; I've learned to understand that feature of your royal womanhood.

You are trying to be a woman, Madge.