She had changed in those weeks; she looked paler and thinner, and the violet eyes had a more tender light, a sadder beauty than of old.
"Still asleep," she said, softly, looking at the bed.

"Grace, I think your prayers have been heard." "I trust so, dear.

Is your father in ?" "No; he has ridden over to see how the builders get on.

You must want tea, Grace.

Go, I will take your place." Grace arose and left the room, and Kate seated herself in the low chair, with eyes full of tender compassion.