Boynton's room quietly, hand
in hand, and when she saw Waitstill she raised herself from her
pillow and held out her arms with a soft cry of delight.
"I haven't had you for so long, so long!" she said, touching the
girl's cheek with her frail hand.
"You are going to have me every day now, dear," whispered
Waitstill, with a sob in her voice; for she saw a change in the
face, a new transparency, a still more ethereal look than had
been there before.
"Every day?" she repeated, longingly. Waitstill took off her
hood, and knelt on the floor beside the bed, hiding her face in
the counterpane to conceal the tears.
"She is coming to live with us, dear.--Come in, Rod, and hear me
tell her.--Waitstill is coming to live with us: isn't that a
beautiful thing to happen to this dreary house?" asked Ivory,
bending to take his mother's hand.
"Don't you remember what you thought the first time I ever came
here, mother?" and Waitstill lifted her head, and looked at Mrs.
Boynton with swimming eyes and lips that trembled. "Ivory is
making it all come true, and I shall be your daughter!"
Mrs. Boynton sank farther back into her pillows, and closing her
eyes, gave a long sigh of infinite content. Her voice was so
faint that they
had to stoop to catch the words, and Ivory, feeling the strange
benediction that seemed to be passing from his mother's spirit to
theirs, took Rod's hand and knelt beside Waitstill.
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