“Send for Helen; I am so tired, and she could always rest me,” was her reply, when asked by Wilford what he could do for her.  “Send for Helen; I want her so much,” she had said to Mrs. Cameron, when she came, repeating the wish until a consultation was held between the mother and son, touching the propriety of sending for Helen.  “She would be of no use whatever, and might excite our Katy.  Quiet is highly important just now,” Mrs. Cameron had said, thus veiling under pretended concern for Katy her aversion to the girl whose independence in declining her dressmaker had never been forgiven, and whom she had set down in her mind as rude and ignorant.

She was well suited with Katy now, petting and caressing and talking constantly of her; but it did not follow that she must like the sister, too, and so she checked the impulse which would have prompted Wilford to send for her as Katy so much desired.

“If her coming would do Katy harm she ought not to come,” and so Wilford’s conscience was partially quieted, white Katy in her darkened room moaned on.

“Send for Sister Helen, please send for Sister Helen.”

At last on the fourth day came Mrs. Banker, Mark Ray’s mother, to the house, and in consideration of the strong liking she had evinced for Katy ever since her arrival in New York, and the great respect felt for her by Mrs. Cameron, she was admitted to the chamber and heard the plaintive pleadings:  “Send for Sister Helen,” until her motherly heart was touched, and as she sat with her son at dinner she spoke of the young girl-mother moaning so for Helen.

Whether it was Mark’s great pity for Katy, or whether he was prompted by some more selfish motive, we do not profess to say, but that he was greatly excited was very evident from his manner, as he exclaimed: 

“Why not send for Helen, then?  She is a splendid girl, and they idolize each other.  Talk of her injuring Katy, that’s all a humbug.  She is just fitted for a nurse.  Almost the sight of her would cure one of nervousness, she is so calm and quiet.”

This was what Mark said, and again the next morning Mrs. Banker’s carriage stood at the door of No. ——­ Madison Square, while Mrs. Banker herself was talking to Wilford in the library, and urging that Helen be sent for at once.

“It may save her life.  She is more feverish to-day than yesterday, and this constant asking for her sister will wear her out so fast,” she added, and that last argument prevailed.

Helen was sent for and now sat waiting in the parlor for the coming of Mrs. Cameron.  Wilford did not mean Katy to hear him as he whispered to his mother that Helen was below; but she did, and her blue eyes flashed brightly as she started from her pillow, exclaiming: 

“I am so glad, so glad.  Kiss me, Wilford, because I am so glad.  Does she know?  Have you told her?  Wasn’t she surprised, and will she come up quick?”

They could not quiet her at once, and only the assurance that unless she were more composed Helen should not see her that night had any effect upon her; but when they told her that, she lay back upon her pillow submissively, and Wilford saw the great tears dropping from her hot cheeks, while the pallid lips kept softly whispering “Helen.”  Then the sister love took another channel, and she said: