At first I was terrified by a dreadful thought that her poor young mind had given way.

But she had no fever and she was as sweet and sensible as if she was talking to her Dowie in her own nursery.

And, my lord, this is what does matter.

She sat up and _ate her breakfast_ and said she would take a walk with me.
And walk she did--stronger and better than I'd have believed.

She had a cup of tea and a glass of milk and a fresh egg and a slice of hot buttered toast.