The things we do!

The girls usually shared one couch, but during Mary's
ill-temper she had forced Jane to sleep alone.
After a short silence Jane heard a sob from the other bed, then
another, and another.
"Mary, are you weeping?" she asked.
"Yes."
"What is the matter, dear?"
"Nothing," with a sigh.
"Do you wish me to come to your bed?"
"Yes, I do." So Jane went over and lay beside Mary, who gently put her
arms about her neck.
"When will he leave?" whispered Mary, shyly confessing all by her
question.
"I do not know," responded Jane, "but he will see you before he goes."
"Do you believe he will?"
"I know it;" and with this consolation Mary softly wept herself to
sleep.
After this, for a few days, Mary was quiet enough. Her irritable mood
had vanished, but Jane could see that she was on the lookout for some
one all the time, although she made the most pathetic little efforts
to conceal her watchfulness.
At last a meeting came about in this way: Next to the king's
bed-chamber was a luxuriously furnished little apartment with a
well-selected library.


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