The girl moved quickly to the bedside. "I hope that we're going to be very happy," she said; "we must love one another very much, you know." The invalid hoisted herself on to an elbow and looked towards the plate which Matilda was holding forth. "Oh, my! Fish again!" she wailed. Later--on their way back to the kitchen fire--Matilda said significantly: "Most ungrateful person I ever saw, she is. But just don't notice what she says. It's the only way to get on. I keep her room tidy and I keep her house clean and I keep her garden weeded. I'm careful of her money, and she's well fed. I don't know what more any one could ask, but she ain't satisfied and she ain't always polite, but you'll only have three weeks of what I've had for five years, so I guess it won't kill you." "Oh, I think that I'll be all right," Jane answered cheerfully. "The stage is ordered for seven in the morning, and I shall get up at half-past four," the aunt continued. "You can sleep till five just as well. I'm going to bed now, and you'd better do the same thing." "Yes, I think so," said Jane cheerfully; "good night." CHAPTER III MATILDA TEACHES MATILDA seated herself bolt upright on one of the kitchen chairs and drew a hard, stiff sigh. "It'll be a great rest to get away," she said, "more of a rest than any one but me will ever know. You see, she's left all she's got to me in her will, so I'm bound in honor to keep a pretty sharp watch over everything. I can't even take a chance at her sinking suddenly away, with the room not picked up or a cobweb in some high corner. I've seen her will, and she ain't left you a cent, so you won't have the same responsibility. It'll be easier for you." "I'll do my very best," said Jane. "The trouble is I'm too conscientious," said Matilda. "I was always conscientious, and she was always slack. It's an awful failing. It's a warning, too, for now there she lays, snug as a bug in a rug, and me with New Asthma in my arm from tending her and the house." "You'll get over all that very soon," said the niece soothingly. Matilda glanced at her suspiciously. "No, I shan't. I may get better, but I shan't get over it. It's a nerve trouble and can't never be completely cured. A doctor can alligator it, but he can't cure it. I'll have it till I die." Jane was silent. "You wrote that you were some kind of a nurse. What kind did you say you were?" "I'm a Sunshine Nurse." "A Sunshine Nurse! What's that? Some new idea of never pulling down the shades?" Jane laughed. "Not exactly. It's an Order just founded by a doctor. He picked out the girls himself, and he sends them where he chooses for training." "What's the training?"