At the same moment words of of eager,
cheery welcome for his old friend were on his lips:
"Thorne Lee, I'm gladder to see you than anybody in the world! Miss
Evelyn, here's Mrs. Churchill. She's not an old married woman at
all--she's the dearest girl in the world. She's going to seem to you
like one of your schoolfellows. Charlotte, here she is; take good care
of her."
Thorne Lee stood looking on, a relieved smile on his lips as his old
friend's wife took his sick little sister into her charge. It was not
two minutes before he saw Evelyn, lying pale and mute on the couch, yet
smiling up at Charlotte's bright young face.
Charlotte administered a cup of hot bouillon talking so engagingly
meanwhile that Evelyn was beguiled into taking without protest the whole
of the much-needed nourishment. Then he saw the young invalid carried
off to bed, relieved of the necessity of meeting any more members of the
household. He learned, as Charlotte slipped into the room after an
hour's absence, that Evelyn had already dropped off to sleep. He leaned
back in his chair with a long breath.
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