Mrs.Waltham had her volume of family prayers open before her; her handkerchief lay upon it.
'She is naturally a little--a little fluttered,' she said, speaking of Adela.

'I hoped you would look in.

Try and make her laugh, my dear; that's all she wants.' The girl tripped softly upstairs, and softly knocked at Adela's door.

At her 'May I come in ?' the door was opened.

Letty examined her friend with surprise; in Adela's face there was no indication of trouble, rather the light of some great joy dwelt in her eyes.