Some one
administered brandy and spirits of ammonia.
"How did this happen?" said the Doctor aside to me.
I spared him nothing in the recital, and his stern features softened
as I emphasised Gloriana's anxiety to save Miriam from worry. As I
finished, the faithful creature opened her eyes, which rested
naturally upon the face of Miriam.
"Why--it's my little girl," she said faintly. Doctor Standish bent
forward.
"If she mistakes you for one of her own kin, don't undeceive her. Play
the part."
Miriam nodded, and kissed the frail hands that fluttered round her
head.
"Gimme my parcel," she said presently, in a stronger voice. "Mercy
sakes! I'm awful weak; but I'd like ter show my little girl the things
I made for her."
The parcel was brought and untied. Gloriana touched the garments
tenderly.
"Nothin'," she murmured, "kin come closer to ye than these pretty
things, excep' the love I stitched into 'em. When you wear 'em you'll
think o' me, Miss Standish."
At the sound of her name the girl started, and looked askance at her
grandfather, who turned his head aside.
"Who is this woman!" she asked in a low voice.
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