'No, dear--nothing--I am quite well now--go on.'

But she did not go on immediately, for Rachel was trembling in a kind of
shivering fit, which did not pass away till after poor Dolly, who had no
other stimulant at command, made her drink a cup of very hot milk.

'Thank you, darling. You are too good to me, Dolly. Oh! Dolly, you are
too good to me.'

Rachel's eyes were looking into hers with a careworn, entreating gaze,
and her cold hand was pressed on the back of Dolly's.

Nearly ten minutes passed before the talk was renewed.

'Well, now, what do you think--that good man, Mr. Larkin, just as things
were at the worst, found a way to make everything--oh, blessed
mercy!--the hand of Heaven, my dear--quite right again--and we'll be so
happy. Like a bird I could sing, and fly almost--a foolish old thing--ha!
ha! ha!--such an old goose!' and she wiped her eyes again.

'Hush! is that Fairy? Oh, no, it is only Anne singing. Little man has not
been well yesterday and to-day. He won't eat, and looks pale, but he
slept very well, my darling man; and Doctor Buddle--I met him this
morning--so kindly took him into his room, and examined him, and says it
may be nothing at all, please Heaven,' and she sighed, smiling still.

'Dear little Fairy--where is he?' asked Rachel, her sad eyes looking
toward the door.