Susan breathes more easily: each breath is no longer acute agony.' 'Do you mean that she is better ?' staring at me incredulously.
'Most certainly she is better.

The danger is over; but we must be very careful, for she will be ill for some time yet.

Yes, indeed, Phoebe, you may believe me.

Do you think I would deceive you?
God has heard your prayers, and Susan is spared to you.' I never saw a human countenance so transformed as Phoebe's was that moment; every feature seemed to quiver with ecstasy; she could not speak, only she folded her hands as though in prayer.

Presently she looked up, and said, as simply as a child,-- 'Oh, I am so happy! I never thought I should be happy again.