She felt disposed to rest--here in the middle of her pasture, so to say--and resting, both count her blessings and dream, offering hospitality to all and any pleasant visions which might elect to visit her.

And, indeed, those blessings appeared a goodly company, worthy of congratulation and of gratitude.

She let the black silk stocking, the toe of which she affected to darn, slip neglected on to the floor while she added up the pleasant column of them.
The journey might be counted as a success--that to start with.

For her father was certainly better, readier of speech and of interest in outside things.

Oh! the dear "man with the blue eyes" had a marvellous hand on him--tactful, able, devoted, always serene, often even gay.