She expected to find her sister much stronger and better; but this radiant, beautiful girl, half a head taller than herself--was she the shadowy creature who had gone away with what seemed a forlorn hope?
She held Madge off and looked at her, she drew her to a mirror and looked at her again, then exclaimed, "This is a miracle! Why did you not tell me ?" "I wished to surprise you.

I did write that I was better." "This is not better; it is best Oh, Madge, you have grown so pretty you almost take away my breath--all travel-stained and weary, too, from your journey! What will not Henry say?
I should scarcely have known you.

Surely now you need not go back.

You are the picture of health." "We shall see," said Madge, quietly.

"It may be best if I find that the East does not agree with me." She was fully determined to keep open her line of retreat.
Mr.Muir, in his quiet way, enjoyed the transformation as greatly as did his wife.