"No," replied Maureen. "It was you who did that, Henrietta, when you twisted the tablecloth round my legs. I got both scalded and burnt by the little brass urn and the spirit lamp."
"But it is nothing," said Maureen, "nothing at all! I do not feel it indeed, Henrietta."
"There now, I said it was nothing," said Henrietta.
"Quite well. I have come to take you to her."
"I thought she couldn't do without _me_ long. I am the only one she ever loved, poor little bit, poor _bitteen_. If she's quite well, she might come to me, but it would be more fun going to her."
"Wilt thou go quietly and reverently," interrupted Dinah, "otherwise I will not undo thy cords."
"Why, what is the matter?" said Henrietta. "She, the brat, says she is quite well."
"Even so," replied Dinah; "but I must get thy answer."
"Oh, I'll be good," said Henrietta; "I'll have _lashins_ and _lavins_ to say to her. Poor little snippet; but what puzzles me is to know why I should go _reverently_, and you both look queer, very queer. Is my _Dysy_ really well?"
"She is, most assuredly, quite well, Henrietta."
"I will be good, then, and go to her. I have lots and lots to say to her."
Dinah immediately slipped the cords, which fastened the rebellious girl into the chair. She looked with emphasis at Maureen, but Maureen would not meet her eyes.
As soon as ever Henrietta was free, Maureen took her hand. "Come," she said.
Dinah hesitated for a moment, and then resolved to follow them. They went out of Dinah's room, Henrietta talking rapidly and loudly, Maureen very still and calm.
At last they reached the door of the Infirmary. Maureen took the key out of her pocket.
"What's the matter with you, Maureen?" said Henrietta, a little puzzled at last. "You don't look somehow _natural_. Oh, and there is that old Dinah following us. I shall have no fun unless I'm alone with my Daisy. Is it true that she is really well?"
"There are two ways of getting well," said Maureen. "Little Daisy has chosen the better way. Come at once. See how beautiful she is."
Dinah took up her position outside the door. The two girls entered.
"Henny," said Maureen suddenly, "I'm afraid you will get something of a shock, for you will see your poor little sister as God meant her to be. The Evil Spirit has left her, and the very last thing she said was, '_I love you, Maureen; I love you!_' Now, look for yourself at her dear little face."