Shortly after the meal was over, the old negro left the cabin, saying she would return some time during the day.
About nine o'clock, Ella woke, and feebly called her mother.

Mrs.
Wentworth approached the bedside, and started back much shocked at the appearance of her child.

The jaws of the little girl had sunk, her eyes were dull and expressiveless and her breath came thick and heavily.
"What do you wish my darling," enquired her mother.
"I feel quite sick, mother," said the little girl, speaking faintly and with great difficulty.
"What is the matter with you ?" Mrs.Wentworth asked, her face turning as pale as her child's.
"I cannot breathe," she answered, "and my eyes feel dim.

What can be the matter ?" "Nothing much, my angel," replied her mother.

"You have only taken a cold from exposure in the air last night.