Ah! how throbbed those hearts! Was the dreaded messenger here?
"Miss Anna," whispered Phillis, "she is not gone, her pulse is no lower; it is the same." "Is it the same?
are you sure ?" said Mrs.Weston, who, for a few moments, had been unable to speak, or even to place her finger on the pulse.
"It is no worse, if you'll believe me," said Phillis; "it may be a little better, but it is no worse." "Had I not better wake the doctor ?" said Mrs.Weston, who hardly knew what to believe.
Miss Janet gently touched the wrist of the invalid.
"Do not wake him, my dear; Phillis is right in saying she is no worse; it was a fainting, which is passing away.

See! she looks as usual.

Give her the medicine, it is time; and leave her quiet, the doctor may be disturbed to-night." The night had passed, and the morning was just visible, as symptoms of the same nature affected the patient.

Dr.Lawton had seen her very late at night, and had requested them to awaken him should there be any change in her appearance or condition.

Oh, how these anxious hearts feared and hoped through this night.