I want to be safe--indeed I do!" She had now raised her head from Phyllis' shoulder, but was still holding her tightly--a hand on each of her arms, and her face within an inch of the girl's face.
Phyllis kissed her softly on each cheek.
"My poor dear!" she said, "what can have happened to you ?" "Nothing--nothing! I tell you that nothing has happened to me," cried Ella, with a vehemence that almost amounted to fierceness in her voice.
"Would I be here with you now if anything had happened to me?
tell me that.

I came to you--ah! women have no guardian angels, but they have sisters who are equally good and pure, and you are my sister--my sister--better than all the angels that ever sang a dirge over a lost soul that they put forth no hand to save.

You will not let me go, darling Phyllis, you will not let me go even if I tell you that I want to go.

Don't believe me, Phyllis; I don't want to go--I don't want to be lost, and if I leave you I am lost.

You will keep me, dear, will you not ?" "Until the end of the world," said Phyllis.