She arose smiling in the morning, and bore her smile about with her all day.

She walked much in the gardens, and spent long, happy hours sewing in her favourite sitting-room.

Work which she might have paid other women to do, she did with her own hands for the mere sentimental bliss of it.
Sometimes she sat with Hester and sewed, and Hester lay on a sofa and stared at her moving hands.
"You know how to do it, don't you ?" she once said.
"I was obliged to sew for myself when I was so poor, and this is delightful," was Emily's answer.
"But you could buy it all and save yourself the trouble." Emily stroked her bit of cambric and looked awkward.
"I'd rather not," she said.
Well as she was, she began to think she did not sleep quite so soundly as had been habitual with her.

She started up in bed now and again as if she had been disturbed by some noise, but when she waited and listened she heard nothing.

At least this happened on two or three occasions.