She had no heart for any more wonderful stories that day. She lay quite silent for a long time after that, but she was not resting or at ease, for her face was flushed, and she grew restless and impatient; nothing pleased her, and she thought the day would never be done. She had all the impatience to herself, however, for Miss Agnace was as gentle and helpful as ever, and bathed her hot hands and head, and soothed her till she lost the sense of her troubles in sleep. But another day came after that, and many days that had to be got through somehow. Her mother could not be much with her, and her brothers tired her. The cold March winds made it not safe for her to drive out, and poor Fred longed for Tessie, and would have given half her treasures to be transported to Mistress Campbell's garret for a single day. And thus thinking of Eppie, and of "the days of her youth," of which she used to tell her, it came into Frederica's mind to wonder what had happened to Miss Agnace when she was a child. For though she had talked much with her, both by night and by day, she had a way of falling back on one theme--the good deeds which the saints had done, and which all people ought to strive to do: and all this grew tedious when it was repeated over and over again, and Frederica longed for something else, and so she asked her,-- "When were you born, Miss Agnace? Have you brothers and sisters? Tell me about the days when you were young, as Eppie used to do. Has anything wonderful ever happened to you?" Miss Agnace looked at her in smiling surprise. "I have nothing to tell. Nothing wonderful ever happened to me." "But still tell me about your childhood." Miss Agnace told her a good many things, but certainly nothing wonderful. She was one of a large family. She had been sent to a convent school at the age of nine, and remained a pupil till she was nearly seventeen. There had been no incidents in her school life. Everything went on quietly, and happily that was all. Yes, she had favourite companions. One died, and one married, and the best loved one of all was lost on a steamer on one of the great lakes. She could tell no more than that. "And since you left school?" asked Frederica. "Nothing has happened to me since then. I have had a busy life, and have been content with it," said Miss Agnace, rising to leave the room. She was away a good while; but when she came back, carrying Frederica's tea on a tray, the young girl said, as though there had been no pause,-- "Well, and what have you been busy about and content with since then?" Miss Agnace did not answer immediately. It was evident that she did not wish to continue the conversation, only she did not know how to help it. She was not a clever person, and she could not "make up" an answer in a moment. So she said,--"I have been nursing sick people much of the time--sometimes in one place and sometimes in another. Yes, I have been a good deal in St. P.'s Hospital."