It was a light airy room, daintily furnished.

Julia was lying on the pretty brass bed in one corner of the room.

She wore a dressing gown of pale blue eiderdown, and Grace thought she had never seen her old enemy look better.
"How do you do, Julia ?" she said, walking over to the bed and holding out her hand to the invalid.
"Not very well," responded Julia hoarsely.

"I have a bad cold and am too weak to be up." "I'm sorry," said Grace, "the wetting didn't hurt me in the least.

But, of course, I wasn't in the water like you were.