In another few seconds she was standing by Jeannie's white little bed, waiting for the wick of the candle to burn up.

Presently the light grew.
Jeannie was lying on her side, her white face resting on her white arm.
Her eyes were wide open; but when Augusta held the candle near her she did not shut them or flinch.

Her hand, too--oh, Heavens! the fingers were nearly cold.
Then Augusta understood, and lifting up her arms in agony, she shrieked till the whole house rang..