I used to be a good one to work, but, you see, I can't work for 'em now--not at present." And tears of extreme weakness filled her eyes.
Lucia laid her hand softly on the thin fingers that lay nervously catching at the edge of the sheet.
"Don't be the least afraid about them," she answered.

"Mamma and the doctor will see that they are taken care of; only we thought you would be glad to know that people were thinking about them.

There is another visitor here who can do you more good than I can--Mrs.Morton." Lucia moved aside, and Bella took her place.

Mrs.Clarkson looked up anxiously, with her whole desire written on her pale face, and was answered at once, "You must make haste and get well," Bella said with a smile.

"As soon as you are able, I want to talk to you about business.