She lifted her feeble arm and laid it around Mrs.Stanhope's neck.
"I am going to Nora," she whispered; "I will tell her how good you have been to us.

I love you," she added, and it went to Mrs.Stanhope's heart that it was the first time the child had ever said these words to her.
She could not speak, but she drew Elsli's head to rest upon her shoulder, and in a few moments the sick girl fell asleep with a peaceful look upon her face, and Mrs.Stanhope sat holding her unwearied, till Clarissa came and gently laid the little head back upon the pillows.
For several days Elsli continued in a critical state; but they were happy days.

Mrs.Stanhope never left her, and it seemed as if she could not do enough to show her tenderness.

Clarissa was devoted to her comfort, and brought her every day news from her friends in the fisherman's hut, whom Mrs.Stanhope had already begun to help in the wisest and kindest ways.

The poor family sent many messages of love and gratitude to their little helper, and these Clarissa delivered; but she did not tell Elsli how unhappy they were at the thought of losing her, nor how the father said:-- "I knew she was an angel from heaven; and we could not expect her to stay long with us.