We had been able thus far only to take off her dress, shoes, and such garments as made her uncomfortable; Salemina now managed to slip on a nightdress and put her under the bedcovers, returning then to her cold mutton cutlet.
"She's an extraordinary person," she said, absently playing with her knife and fork.

"She didn't ask me where she was, or show any interest in her surroundings; perhaps she is still too weak.

She said she was better, and when I had made her ready for bed, she whispered, 'I've got to say my prayers'.
"'Say them by all means,' I replied.
"'But I must get up and kneel down, she said.
"I told her she must do nothing of the sort; that she was far too ill.
"'But I must,' she urged.

'I never go to bed without saying my prayers on my knees.' "I forbade her doing it; she closed her eyes, and I came away.

Isn't she quaint ?" At this juncture we heard the thud of a soft falling body, and rushing in we found that the Derelict had crept from her bed to her knees, and had probably not prayed more than two minutes before she fainted for the fifth or sixth time in twenty-four hours.