He was very kind to my boy, I remember that."
The tea was now ready, and Mrs. Dodd sat down, and patted a chair, with a
smile of invitation for Julia to come and sit beside her. But Julia said,
"In one minute, dear," and left the room.
When she came back, she fluttered up to her mother and kissed her
vehemently, then sat down radiant. "Ah!" said Mrs. Dodd, "why, you are
looking yourself once more. How do you feel now? Better?"
"How do I feel? Let me see: The world seems one e-nor-mous flower-garden,
and Me the butterfly it all belongs to." She spake, and to confirm her
words the airy thing went waltzing, sailing, and fluttering round the
room, and sipping mamma every now and then on the wing.
In this buoyancy she remained some twenty-four hours; and then came
clouds and chills, which, in their turn, gave way to exultation, duly
followed by depression. Her spirits were so uncertain, that things too
minute to justify narration turned the scale either way: a word from Mrs.
Dodd--a new face at St. Anne's Church looking devoutly her way--a piece
of town gossip distilled in her ear by Mrs.
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