You will do this for me, Mollie?"
"Anything for you, Hugh," Mollie replied, hardly knowing what she said;
"but I feel as though I should never sleep again."
Nevertheless, when led away by Mrs. Slimmens, and a cup of warm tea
administered, and safely tucked in a clean straw bed, Mollie's heavy
eyelids closed in a deep, dreamless sleep. That blessed slumber which
seals the eyes of youth, despite every trouble, wrapped her in its
comforting arms for many hours.
It was high noon when Mollie awoke, refreshed in body and mind. She rose
at once, bathed her face and brushed her curls, and quitted the bedroom.
Mrs. Slimmens, in the little kitchen, was bustling about the midday meal.
"Your dinner is all ready, Miss Dane," that worthy woman said, "and the
young gentleman told me not on any account to allow you upstairs again
until you'd had it. Sit right down here. I've got some nice broiled
chicken and blancmange."
"You've never gone to all this trouble and expense for me, I hope?"
remonstrated Mollie.
"La, no; I hadn't the money. The young gentleman had 'em ordered here
from the restaurant up-street.
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