He went up to her. She smiled. He had heard her laugh, but had
never seen her smile before.

"Nanny, do you know me?" said Diamond.

She only smiled again, as if the question was amusing.

She was not likely to forget him; for although she did not yet know
it was he who had got her there, she had dreamed of him often,
and had talked much about him when delirious. Nor was it much wonder,
for he was the only boy except Joe who had ever shown her kindness.

Meantime Mr. Raymond was going from bed to bed, talking to the
little people. Every one knew him, and every one was eager
to have a look, and a smile, and a kind word from him.

Diamond sat down on a stool at the head of Nanny's bed. She laid
her hand in his. No one else of her old acquaintance had been
near her.

Suddenly a little voice called aloud--

"Won't Mr. Raymond tell us a story?"

"Oh, yes, please do! please do!" cried several little voices which
also were stronger than the rest. For Mr. Raymond was in the habit
of telling them a story when he went to see them, and they enjoyed
it far more than the other nice things which the doctor permitted
him to give them.