"Yes, you did your best, dearie," he replied. His voice was husky, and he turned his head aside and looked out of the window and coughed in a discreet manner. He was shocked at the change in the radiant little face, but he would not allow his emotion to get the better of him. "The blessing of the poor rests on you, dear little Miss," he said then, "the blessing of the poor and the fatherless. It was a fatherless lad you tried to comfort. God bless you for ever and ever." Sibyl smiled when he said this, and then she gazed full at him in that solemn comprehending way which often characterized her. When he went out of the room she lay silent for a time; then she turned to nurse and said with emphasis: "I like old Scott, he's a very religious man." "That he is, darling," replied nurse. "Seems to me I'm getting religious too," continued Sibyl. "It's 'cos of Lord Jesus, I 'spect. He is kind to me, is Lord Jesus. He takes me to father every night." The days went by, and Mrs. Ogilvie, who was recovering her normal spirits hour by hour, now made up her mind that Sibyl's recovery was merely a question of time, that she would soon be as well as ever, and as this was the case, surely it seemed a sad pity that the bazaar, which had been postponed, should not take place. "The bazaar will amuse the child, besides doing a great deal of good to others," thought Mrs. Ogilvie. No sooner had this idea come to her, than she found her engagement-book, and looked up several items. The bazaar had of course been postponed from the original date, but it would be easy to have it on the 24th of September. The 24th was in all respects a suitable date, and those people who had not gone abroad or to Scotland would be glad to spend a week in the beautiful country house. It was such a sad pity, thought Mrs. Ogilvie, not to use the new furniture to the best advantage, not to sleep in the new beds, not to make use of all the accessories which had cost so much money, or rather which had cost so many debts, for not a scrap of the furniture was paid for, and the house itself was only held on sufferance. "It will be doing such a good work," said Mrs. Ogilvie to herself. "I shall be not only entertaining my friends and amusing dear little Sibyl, but I shall be collecting money for an excellent charity." In the highest spirits she ran upstairs and burst into her little daughter's room. "Oh, Mummy," said Sibyl. She smiled and said faintly, "Come and kiss me, Mummy." Mrs. Ogilvie was all in white and looked very young and girlish and pretty. She tripped up to the child, bent over her and kissed her. "My little white rose," she said, "you must get some color back into your cheeks." "Oh, color don't matter," replied Sibyl. "I'm just as happy without it." "But you are quite out of pain, my little darling?" "Yes, Mummy." "And you like lying here in your pretty window?" "Yes, mother darling." "You are not weary of lying so still?" Sibyl laughed.