She is only tired out with that room of yours.
Why, I am told she has actually puttied up nail-holes, and painted walls, and sawed boards! I hope you like it.

You ought to, for a part of Maude's life and strength is in it.' 'Oh, Mrs.Tracy,' Jerry cried, with tears in her eyes, 'I am so sorry.
Of course I like the room, or did; but if it has injured Maude, I shall hate it.' Dolly had given her a little stab and was satisfied, so she said in a softer tone: 'Maude may recover--I think she will; but everything must be done to please her, and she cannot talk to you this morning--remember that.

You must do the talking, but must not stay too long.' 'Mamma--mamma, let Jerrie in,' came faintly from the closed room; and then Mrs.Tracy stood aside and let Jerrie pass into the luxurious apartment, where Maude lay upon a silken couch, with a soft, rose-colored shawl thrown over her shoulders, her eyes large and hollow, and her face as white almost as a corpse.
One looking at her needed not to be told of her danger, or of the peril there was in exciting her; and Jerrie felt a cold thrill creep over her as she went to the couch, and kneeling beside it, kissed the pale, quivering lips and smoothed the dark hair, while she tried to speak naturally and cheerfully, as if in her mind there was no thought of danger to the beautiful girl, who smiled so lovingly upon her and kept caressing her hands and her face, as if she would thus express her gladness to see her.
'I know all about it, Maude,' Jerrie said.

'Tom told me, and your mother.

You tired yourself out for me.