Mrs.Brooks ran around in a maze, crying, "We've killed her! we've killed her!" and wildly took up a case of instruments, to do, she knew not what; but the doctor stopped her, and dashed a little water in Maria's face.
When the dear little girl came out of her swoon, she was murmuring to herself,-- "I thought God would be willing! I thought God would be willing!" She did not know any one heard her.

Mrs.Brooks rushed up to her.
"You are the best man alive, Maria," said she.
Then she turned to the doctor, calling him "my dear little girl," and might have kissed him if he had not laughed.
"Why, I beg your pardon, sir," cried she, blushing.

"I don't believe I know what I am about." "I don't believe you do, either, so I'll give my message to this other lady.

I want the little girl to come again to-morrow without fail.

It is well I saw her so soon.