"
"That won't be for some time, I'm afraid. But she certainly is looking
better already."
So she was. Charlotte had begun very gently with Evelyn, reducing the
temperature of the daily bath only by a degree at a time, lessening the
heat in the sleeping room, opening the windows for outside air an inch
more each night, coaxing her out for a short walk of gradually
increasing length each day, and generally luring her toward more
healthful ways of living than those to which she had been accustomed.
Bedtime found Evelyn exceedingly weary, but it was healthful weariness,
and she was beginning to be able to sleep.
A tinge of colour was growing in the pale cheeks, a brighter expression
in the large eyes, and altogether the young guest was showing a
gratifying response to the new methods.
"I think," said Charlotte to Evelyn one morning, when three weeks had
gone by, "we shall have to celebrate your improvement by a little
concert this evening. Would you like to hear the Birch-Churchill
orchestra?"
"Orchestra? How lovely! Indeed I should!" cried Evelyn, with a display
of enthusiasm quite unusual.
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