"Good-morning, darling," she said. "Now, Dom, be quick, be quick. She is very cold, but I think somehow her spirit hears. Don't you know those words of Mrs. Barbauld's,
"Say not good-night, But in a brighter sphere, Wish me good-morning.
"Now, Dom, let us cover her with flowers. Flowers everywhere--flowers round her little head--flowers in her cold, wee hands--flowers scattered about her. We'll make wreaths presently, you and I, but that is enough for the present. Oh, she looks at _last_ what she was meant to be. How, I must go to Henrietta."
Dom and his cousin left the Infirmary; Maureen put the key into her pocket. For one minute she knelt down in the Chamber of Peace and prayed very earnestly, then she went slowly with a shining light in her eyes to Dinah's room. She had forgotten about her scalded and burnt hand and arm; she forgot everything but the task which lay before her. She entered the room with a confident step and that beautiful light shining in her eyes; Dinah, who of course knew, but had not told Henrietta, was trying to occupy that young lady with some bead work.
Henrietta said the beads were dull in colour; she only liked bright things. The moment she saw Maureen she scowled and said, "Get away, brat!"
Henrietta, alas, was again placed in the punishment chair. Maureen looked at her with infinite sadness.
"Get away; why don't you go?" she continued. "_Dinah, me honey, take care of thy money_; oh, Dinah, do let's get on with these beads."
"Why not?" said Henrietta in amazement; "what ails thee, sweet maid?"
"Naught ever ails _me_," replied Dinah. "The peace of God which passes all understanding dwells in my heart. I know no sorrow; I feel no fear."
"Thou art very goody-goody," said Henrietta. "Now that this scamp has come, can we not play Puss-in-the-corner? That will be jolly good sport."
"Thou wilt stay where thou art," said Dinah. "Maureen, sit here."
She placed a little chair not far from Henny. Maureen sat down, but only for a minute, then she rose and said in a voice which was arresting and compelling so that even the wild girl who was tied in the chair noticed it, "I have _something_ to tell you."
"What a bother," said Henrietta; "is it about Daisy? Is she well enough to come and see me? I heard yesterday that she was fine. Catch anything doing Daisy much harm; but however did you get all your hand and arm bandaged up? Was she scratching you? It was like her, little witch."