You may be sure these two ladies were thankful to behold the gray light,
and hear the cheerful sounds of returning day; and it would be no easy
matter to describe which of the two looked most pallid, scared, and
jaded that morning, as they drank a hysterical dish of tea together in
the kitchen, close up to the window, and with the door shut,
discoursing, and crying, and praying over their tea-pot in miserable
companionship.
CHAPTER LXVIII.
HOW AN EVENING PASSES AT THE ELMS, AND DR. TOOLE MAKES A LITTLE
EXCURSION; AND TWO CHOICE SPIRITS DISCOURSE, AND HEBE TRIPS IN WITH THE
NECTAR.
Up at the Elms, little Lily that night was sitting in the snug,
old-fashioned room, with the good old rector. She was no better; still
in doctors' hands and weak, but always happy with him, and he more than
ever gentle and tender with her; for though he never would give place to
despondency, and was naturally of a trusting, cheery spirit, he could
not but remember his young wife, lost so early; and once or twice there
was a look--an outline--a light--something, in little Lily's fair,
girlish face, that, with a strange momentary agony, brought back the
remembrance of her mother's stricken beauty, and plaintive smile.
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