Wishing to know; something of her education, he questioned her
during the evening concerning her studies, and the books she had
read, feeling surprised and pleased to find how good a scholar she
was, considering her advantages.
"There's the germ of a true, noble woman there. I wish my sister
could have the training of her," he thought, as he saw how
animated she became when he mentioned her favorite books, and then
watched her as she hovered round the bedside of his wife.
Very swiftly and pleasantly passed the three following days, and
during all that time Eugenia did not once appear; but at the close
of the fourth day, a note was brought to Ella, saying that both
Eugenia and her mother were sick, and Dora must come home.
"Oh, how can I let you go?" cried Ella, while Dora crept away into
a corner and wept.
But there was no alternative, and just at dark she came to say
good-by. Winding her feeble arms around her neck, Ella sobbed out
her adieu, and then, burying her face in her pillow, refused to be
comforted.
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