"Mothah thought you would like this white and gold one best, 'cause it's like a daisy field." Before Betty could express her admiration, Mrs.Sherman came in with an old coloured woman whom she called Mom Beck, and who, she told Betty, had been her own nurse as well as Lloyd's.

"And she is anxious to see you," added Mrs.Sherman, "for she remembers your mamma so well.

Many a time she helped dress her when she was a little girl no larger than you, and came home with me for a visit.

She'll bring you some milk or iced tea, and fix your bath when you are ready for it.

We are going to leave you now for a little while and see if you can't have a nice little nap.
It has been a long, tiresome journey, and you need the rest more than you realise." Left to herself, Betty undressed and lay down as she had been bidden.
Her eyes were tired and she closed them sleepily, but they would not stay shut.