quiet. Jane went in and out, and presently she brought a cup of broth.
How good it tasted!

"Would you mind if I went back to bed? I'm so sleepy."

"Oh, no," returned Jane, and she put her gently back on the cot where
she soon fell asleep.

There was slight rise of fever and restlessness about noon. She talked
in broken snatches imploring Jack not to do this or that and not to
pinch the babies. Then she was so tired, so tired! But about
midafternoon, she seemed to rouse and come to herself and said she was
hungry. There was broth and hot milk and some stewed fruit, and Jane
brushed her hair that fell in a bed of rings and asked if she didn't
want to sit up. She brought her over by the window so she could look
out, but the back yard was very pretty for it was gay with blooming
flowers.

Miss Armitage had been to church, and at two she had a class of young
girls who were clerks in stores. Half of them were going away on
Monday to the Rest House for a week, and they were full of that. Two
of them had never been before. Was it like Coney Island?

"It is not far from the shore, the broad Sound that leads out to the
ocean. But there are not side shows. Just rowing and bathing, and a
ride every day in a big omnibus. And plenty of girls. Oh, you won't be
lonesome;" and Miss Armitage smiled.

"Another girl and I went away last summer to a house that wasn't
country but a beautiful street with lawns in front. There were three
ladies, and oh, they were so particular. They did not have any story
papers and the books were all dull and religious and if you took up
one you must put it back in the same place. They didn't like us to
talk 'store' nor sing any street songs and one lady only played hymns
on the piano. Oh, we _were_ so homesick."

"The Rest House has a big farm and chickens and two cows, and a
tennis court and croquet. And there are lovely walks. And hammocks and
swings."

"That's the ticket!" said one of the girls. "You want some fun."

Miss Armitage did not check her. She thought of the amusements and
pleasures of her youth. Then she came home to her little girl whose
face lighted up with gladness, and who put out her thin hand.

"You look lovely," Marilla said. "And I'm getting almost well."

"That is good news," and the lady smiled.

"Only it seems so queer when I try to think. It is such a long while.
I seem to have been lost and couldn't find my way out. Do you know
where the babies are?"

"They all w