Sallie declared her an angel, and Frank, with his mouth stuffed full, stood ready to echo the assertion.
So the heated term wore away,--before it ended, telling heavily on Sallie.

Her anxiety about Jim, her close confinement and constant work, the fever everywhere in the spiritual air through that first terrible summer of the war, bore her down.
"You need rest," said Miss Ercildoune to her one day, looking at her with kindly solicitude,--"rest, and change, and fresh air, and freedom from care.

I can't give you the last, but I can the first if you will accept them.

You need some country living." "O Miss Ercildoune, will you let me do your work at your own home?
I know it would do me good just to be under the same roof with you, and then I should have all the things you speak of combined and another one added.

If you only will!" This was not the plan Francesca had proposed to herself.