I said as much to Turner, and went back
to Connie's room.
The light of a lovely sunset was lying outside her window. She was sitting
so that she could not see it. I would find out her feeling in the matter
without any preamble.
"Would you like to go back to Marshmallows, Connie?" I asked.
Her countenance flashed into light.
"O, dear papa, do let us go," she said; "that would be delightful."
"Well, I think we can manage it, if you will only get a little stronger for
the journey. The weather is not so good to travel in as when we came down."
"No; but I am ever so much better, you know, than I was then."
The poor girl was already stronger from the mere prospect of going home
again. She moved restlessly on her couch, half mechanically put her hand to
the curtain, pulled it aside, looked out, faced the sun and the sea, and
did not draw back. My mind was made up. I left her, and went to find
Ethelwyn. She heartily approved of the proposal for Connie's sake, and said
that it would be scarcely less agreeable to herself.
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