The doctor had decided that their eyes were well enough to bear the light, and, at his visit, threw open several of the blinds.

Mrs.Sherman drove down to the station, and Mom Beck went to the servants' cottage.

Only Eliot was left to keep an eye on the invalids, and she had been invited to bring her sewing and listen to a story that Betty was reading aloud.
They had grown very fond of patient old Eliot, for she had been the kindest and best of nurses in their illness.

The girls were all lounging around the room in wrappers, each with her own particular Bob in her lap.
The reading had gone on for about half an hour, when Eliot's sewing suddenly slid from her lap to the floor, and a queer rattle in her throat made every one look up in alarm.

At first they thought that she must be having some kind of a fit.