“Good morning,” Silva answered, but she used the words awkwardly, like one who has not been accustomed to this morning greeting. “I’m glad you are better,” Maida went on and then paused in a little embarrassment. After an instant in which Silva said nothing she added, “How did it happen?” Mrs. Fosdick interrupted. “I am going to leave you little girls alone to talk. I know you’ll have things to tell each other,” her kind old eyes smiled understandingly, “that you don’t want grown-ups to hear.” “Oh no,” Maida said involuntarily but this was only instinctive politeness on her part. She very much desired to be alone with Silva. Silva was apparently too honest to say anything. She waited until Mrs. Fosdick’s footsteps were lost to hearing. Then she pulled herself upright with a sudden jerk. “How’s Nesta?” she asked breathlessly. “She’s all right. She slept all night long without waking once--except when Rosie fed her at ten--and this morning she looks as sweet and dainty as a rose-bud. Don’t worry about Nesta, Silva. She’s all right. It’s you we’re worrying about.” But this did not appear to interest Silva. “How did you find her?” she demanded. Maida told the story of her visit to the Moraine Land, not leaving out a detail. Silva listened intently, her strange eyes unwinkingly fixed on Maida’s face. “What time was this?” Silva asked. Maida told her. “Oh she only missed one feeding then,” Silva said in a tone of acute relief. “You can just imagine,” she went on, “when I came out of the faint enough to remember about the baby, how I felt. I tried to tell them here about Nesta, but nobody would listen to me. They thought I was raving and I can’t blame them for that of course. I begged them, I screamed at them; then suddenly I thought of you--why I don’t know. But somehow I knew I could trust you. I asked them to call you up or let me call you up. But they wouldn’t. ‘There! There!’ they would say, ‘Lie down and sleep! You’ll be all right in the morning.’ Oh what I went through! I thought I was going crazy! And then I heard somebody using the telephone in the hall. And when they left me to go down to dinner, I crept out and called you up. Nobody heard me. They don’t know yet that I telephoned. I told them last night that I knew you’d come this morning.” “It must have made you dizzy to stand up,” Maida said sympathetically. “It did. At first I thought I couldn’t stand it. But I had to do it and so I did. You are sure Nesta is all right?” “_Sure!_” Maida reiterated, smiling. “But why didn’t you call up Aunt Save?” “She was at the Warneford Fair. They all went. Tyma went too. Aunt Save’s telling fortunes. Tyma and I have been making baskets for a month. He thought he could probably sell them all in three days. We talked it all over. One of us had to go and the other to stay with the baby and of course I was the one to stay with Nesta. Tyma won’t be back until to-morrow.”