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I was very sorrowful to think that Charleyās pretty looks would change and be disfigured, even if she recoveredā āshe was such a child with her dimpled faceā ābut that thought was, for the greater part, lost in her greater peril. When she was at the worst, and her mind rambled again to the cares of her fatherās sick bed and the little children, she still knew me so far as that she would be quiet in my arms when she could lie quiet nowhere else, and murmur out the wanderings of her mind less restlessly. At those times I used to think, how should I ever tell the two remaining babies that the baby who had learned of her faithful heart to be a mother to them in their need was dead!
There were other times when Charley knew me well and talked to me, telling me that she sent her love to Tom and Emma and that she was sure Tom would grow up to be a good man. At those times Charley would speak to me of what she had read to her father as well as she could to comfort him, of that young man carried out to be buried who was the only son of his mother and she was a widow, of the rulerās daughter raised up by the gracious hand upon her bed of death. And Charley told me that when her father died she had kneeled down and prayed in her first sorrow that he likewise might be raised up and given back to his poor children, and that if she should never get better and should die too, she thought it likely that it might come into Tomās mind to offer the same prayer for her. Then would I show Tom how these people of old days had been brought back to life on earth, only that we might know our hope to be restored to heaven!
But of all the various times there were in Charleyās illness, there was not one when she lost the gentle qualities I have spoken of. And there were many, many when I thought in the night of the last high belief in the watching angel, and the last higher trust in God, on the part of her poor despised father.
And Charley did not die. She flutteringly and slowly turned the dangerous point, after long lingering there, and then began to mend. The hope that never had been given, from the first, of Charley being in outward appearance Charley any more soon began to be encouraged; and even that prospered, and I saw her growing into her old childish likeness again.
It was a great morning when I could tell Ada all this as she stood out in the garden; and it was a great evening when Charley and I at last took tea together in the next room. But on that same evening, I felt that I was stricken cold.
Happily for both of us, it was not until Charley was safe in bed again and placidly asleep that I began to think the contagion of her illness was upon me. I had been able easily to hide what I felt at teatime, but I was past that already now, and I knew that I was rapidly following in Charleyās steps.
I was well enough, however, to be up early in the morning, and to return my darlingās cheerful blessing from the garden, and to talk with her as long as usual. But I was not free from an impression that I had been walking about the two rooms in the night, a little beside myself, though knowing where I was; and I felt confused at timesā āwith a curious sense of fullness, as if I were becoming too large altogether.
In the evening I was so much worse that I resolved to prepare Charley, with which view I said, āYouāre getting quite strong, Charley, are you not?ā
āOh, quite!ā said Charley.
āStrong enough to be told a secret, I think, Charley?ā
āQuite strong enough for that, miss!ā cried Charley. But Charleyās face fell in the height of her delight, for she saw the secret in my face; and she came out of the great chair, and fell upon my bosom, and said āOh, miss, itās my doing! Itās my doing!ā and a great deal more out of the fullness of her grateful heart.
āNow, Charley,ā said I after letting her go on for a little while, āif I am to be ill, my great trust, humanly speaking, is in you. And unless you are as quiet and composed for me as you always were for yourself, you can never fulfil it, Charley.ā
āIf youāll let me cry a little longer, miss,ā said Charley. āOh, my dear, my dear! If youāll only let me cry a little longer. Oh, my dear!āā āhow affectionately and devotedly she poured this out as she clung to my neck, I never can remember without tearsā āāIāll be good.ā
So I let Charley cry a little longer, and it did us both good.
āTrust in me now, if you please, miss,ā said Charley quietly. āI am listening to everything you say.ā
āItās very little at present, Charley. I shall tell your doctor tonight that I donāt think I am well and that you are going to nurse me.ā
For that the poor child thanked me with her whole heart. āAnd in the morning, when you hear Miss Ada in the garden, if I should not be quite able to go to the window-curtain as usual, do you go, Charley, and say I am asleepā āthat I have rather tired myself, and am asleep. At all times keep the room as I have kept it, Charley, and let no one
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