I suffered her to do as she pleased.
Listening awhile in the darkness, I was aware that she still wept,--wept under restraint, quietly and cautiously.
On awaking with daylight, a trickling of water caught my ear.

Behold! there she was risen and mounted on a stool near the washstand, with pains and difficulty inclining the ewer (which she could not lift) so as to pour its contents into the basin.

It was curious to watch her as she washed and dressed, so small, busy, and noiseless.

Evidently she was little accustomed to perform her own toilet; and the buttons, strings, hooks and eyes, offered difficulties which she encountered with a perseverance good to witness.

She folded her night-dress, she smoothed the drapery of her couch quite neatly; withdrawing into a corner, where the sweep of the white curtain concealed her, she became still.