Grace seated near the table, reading by the light of a tall lamp, was the only occupant.

She lifted her eyes in astonishment at her brother's boisterous entrance.
"Where is papa ?" Kate asked.
"Upstairs in the sick-room." "Then wait here, Doctor; wait here, Agnes! I will go for him." She ran lightly upstairs, and entered the sick man's bedroom.

The shaded lamp lit it dimly, and showed her her father sitting by the bedside talking to his son.

The invalid was better this evening--very, very weak, but no longer delirious.
"You are better, Harry dear, are you not ?" his sister asked, stooping to kiss him; "and you can spare papa for half an hour?
Can't you, Harry ?" A faint smile was his answer.

He was too feeble to speak.