Morning found the invalid somewhat refreshed by her night’s rest, yet too languid and feeble to leave her room, and her day was spent reclining upon a couch, with her daughter by her side.  Dr. Conly made an early call, prescribed, talked to her and Eva in a cheerful strain, saying he hoped that rest and a change of weather would soon bring her at least a measure of relief and strength; but in reply to the anxious questioning of Mr. and Mrs. Leland, he acknowledged that he found her far gone in consumption, and did not think she could last many weeks.

“Poor dear Eva! how very sad it will be for her to lose her mother so soon after recovering her!” sighed Mrs. Leland.  “I think we must let her remain in ignorance of the danger for a time at least.”

“Yes,” assented her husband; “though we must not neglect any effort in our power to prepare Laura for the great change which awaits her,” he added with a look of anxiety and care.

“Nor fail to offer up earnest petitions for her at the Throne of Grace,” said Grandma Elsie, in her low, sweet tones.  “Oh, what a blessing, what a comfort it is that we may take there all our fears, cares, and anxieties for ourselves and others!  And how precious the Saviour’s promise, ’If two of you shall agree on earth as touching anything that you shall ask, it shall be done for you of my Father which is in heaven’!”

“Yes, mother dear,” assented Mrs. Leland, “and we will claim and plead it for our poor dear Laura, and for Eva, that she may be sustained under the bereavement which awaits her.”

“Yes,” said Dr. Conly, “and there are many of our friends who will be ready to join us in the petition.  I am going now to Woodburn—­the captain having telephoned me that one of the servants is ill—­and we all know that he and his will be full of sympathy for Eva and her sick mother.”

“No doubt they will,” said Grandma Elsie, “both as Christians and as warm friends of Evelyn.  And it will be quite the same with our other friends.”

With that the doctor bade good-morning and took his departure in the direction of Woodburn.  The family there were surprised and interested by the news he had to tell of the arrival at Fairview, and of Laura’s feeble and ailing condition.  They were evidently full of sympathy for both mother and daughter, and had any help been needed would have given it gladly.  But the doctor assured them that rest and quiet were at present the sick one’s most pressing need.

“Poor dear Eva!  I am so sorry for her!” sighed Lucilla when the doctor had gone.  “Papa, don’t you think I might make myself of use helping her with the nursing?”

“Not at present, daughter; though I can testify to your ability in that line, and your services may possibly be needed at some future time,” he answered with an affectionate look and smile.

“Yes, Lu is a capital nurse, I think,” said Violet, “but whatever she does is sure to be well done.”