She fell ill, and lay a dying; but one fine morning, after all hope had been given up, she suddenly rose and dressed herself.

She was quite well in body now, but insane.
She continued in this state a month, and then, by God's mercy, she recovered her reason; but now the disease fell another step, and lighted upon her temper--a more athletic vixen was not to be found.

She had spoiled Triplet for this by being too tame, so when the dispensation came they sparred daily.

They were now thoroughly unhappy.

They were poor as ever, and their benefactress was dead, and they had learned to snap.