Josephine was mechanically combing her long hair, when all of a sudden she stretched out her hand and cried, "Rose!" Rose ran to her, and coming behind her saw in the glass that her lips were colorless.

She screamed to Jacintha, and between them they supported Josephine to the bed.

She had hardly touched it when she fainted dead away.

"Mamma! mamma!" cried Rose in her terror.
"Hush!" cried Jacintha roughly, "hold your tongue: it is only a faint.
Help me loosen her: don't make any noise, whatever." They loosened her stays, and applied the usual remedies, but it was some time before she came-to.

At last the color came back to her lips, then to her cheek, and the light to her eye.