The dear invalid was reported as making little or no progress toward recovery, and the hearts of brothers and sisters were deeply saddened by the tidings.

Miss Reed was still at Roselands, and had been brought several times by Virginia for a call at Ion, and at length, Violet having written for and obtained permission of her parents, and consulted Mrs. Daly’s convenience in reference to the matter, invited the three girls for a visit of several days, stipulating, however, that it was not to interfere with lessons.

To this the girls readily assented; “they would make themselves quite at home, and find their own amusement; it was what they should like above all things.”

The plan worked well, except that under this constant association with Isadore, Vi grew daily more careworn and depressed.  Even Mr. Daly noticed it, and spoke to her of Lily’s state as hopefully as truth would permit.

“Do not be too much troubled, my dear child,” he said, taking her hand in a kind fatherly manner.  “She is in the hands of One who loves her even better than her parents, brothers and sisters do, and will let no real evil come nigh her.  He may restore her to health, but if not—­if he takes her from us, it will be to make her infinitely happier with himself; for we know that she has given her young heart to him.”

Violet bowed a silent assent, then hurried from the room; her heart too full for speech.  She was troubled, sorely troubled for her darling, suffering little sister, and with this added anxiety, her burden was hard indeed to bear.

Mr. Daly was reading in the library that afternoon, when Violet came running in as if in haste, a flush of excitement on her fair face.

“Ah, excuse me, sir!  I fear I have disturbed you,” she said, as he looked up from his book; “but oh, I’m glad to find you here! for I think you will help me.  I came to look for a Bible and Concordance.”

“They are both here on this table,” he said.  “I am glad you are wanting them, for we cannot study them too much.  But in what can I help you, Vi? is it some theological discussion between your cousins and yourself?”

“Yes, sir; we were talking about a book—­a story-book that Miss Reed admires—­and I said mamma would not allow us to read it, because it teaches that Jesus Christ was only a good man; and Miss Reed said that was her belief; and yet she professes to believe the Bible, and I wish to show her, that it teaches that he was very God as well as man.”

“That will not be difficult,” he said; “for no words could state it more directly and clearly than these, ’Christ, who is over all, God blessed forever.  Amen,’” And opening the Bible at the ninth chapter of Romans, he pointed to the latter clause of the fifth verse.

“Oh, let me show her that!” cried Vi.

“Suppose you invite them in here,” he suggested, and she hastened to do so.

Miss Reed read the text as it was pointed out to her, “I don’t remember noticing that before,” was all she said.