She did not remember it herself, but she had so often heard it described by the aunt who adopted her, that now it came up vividly before her mind, with its dark stone walls, its spacious grounds, terraced gardens, running vines and creeping roses.

Something about it, too, reminded her of what Ella had once said of her mother's early home, and when she awoke, she wondered that she had never questioned the child more concerning her parents.

She was just lying back again upon her pillow, when there was a gentle rap at the door, and Mary Howard's soft voice asked permission to come in.
"Yes, do," said Mrs.Campbell.

"Perhaps you can charm away my headache, which is dreadful." "I'll try," answered Mary.

"Shall I read to you ?" "If you please; but first give me my salts.