"And now I will leave you to wash and
dress. I see your trunk has been brought up and opened, so that you will
have no difficulty."
With that she passed on into Violet's rooms to see how Gracie was. She
found her sleeping sweetly in Violet's bed, the latter bending over her
with a very tender, motherly look on her fair young face.
"Is she not a darling, mamma?" she whispered, turning her head at the
sound of her mother's light footstep.
"She is a very engaging child," replied Elsie. "I think we are all fond of
her, but you especially."
"Yes, mamma, I love her for herself--her gentle, affectionate
disposition--but still more because she is my husband's child, his dear
baby girl, as he so often called her."
"Ah, I can understand that," Elsie said, with a loving though rather sad
look and smile into Violet's azure eyes, "for I have often felt just so in
regard to my own children. What does Arthur say about her?"
"That she is more in need of rest and sleep than anything else at present.
He will see her again to-morrow, and will probably be able then to give me
full directions in regard to her diet and so forth.
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