Mrs.Burton came in presently, bringing a lamp, and scolding softly because the room was in darkness.

But when she saw how quietly her father was sleeping, her gentle complaining turned into murmurs of pleased satisfaction.
"Really, Katherine, you are a better nurse than I thought.

I was so afraid of the restlessness coming on again, as it has done about this time every day since his accident.

But now he is sleeping most beautifully, so I feel sure he has taken a turn, and that we shall pull him through." "Yes," said Katherine, as she followed Mrs.Burton into the store to look after the fire.

"I think he will get better now," but her tone was so dull and lacking in spirit that her sister faced round upon her in quick consternation.
"What is the matter?
Do you feel ill?
Why, you are white as chalk, and you look as if you had seen a ghost!" "I don't think there are any ghosts to see in this part of the world," Katherine replied, with a brave attempt at a laugh, "unless, indeed, the unquiet spirit of some Hudson's Bay Company's agent, done to death by treacherous Indians, haunts these shores." "Or some poor sealer caught in the ice and frozen to death," murmured Mrs.Burton, with a sobbing catch in her breath.
Katherine, who was putting wood in the stove, turned suddenly, catching her sister in a warm, impulsive hug.