"If I thought he would not be with you to-morrow I would stay, though to
do so would greatly disappoint my Aunt Lucy," he said to Daisy, who was
unselfish enough to bid him go, though she knew how she should miss
him, and fell intuitively that twenty Neils could not fill his place.
"I cannot ask you to stay longer. May God bless you for all you have
been to us," she said, as she took his hand at parting, and then turned
away with a feeling of utter desolation in her heart.
Only Flossie was with Bessie, who was sleeping quietly, when Grey
entered the room to say farewell to the young girl, whose face looked so
small and thin, and white as it rested upon the pillows. When her fever
was at its height and her heavy hair seemed to trouble her, her
physician had commanded it to be cut off.
"It will all come out anyway if she lives," he said, and so the cruel
scissors had severed the long, bright tresses which had been Bessie's
crowning glory.
But the hair, which had only been cut short, grew rapidly and lay in
little curls all over her head making her look more like a child than a
girl of nineteen.
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