Her Faithful Knight — page 161: what you’re looking at

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Home Again. 157 the thought that she and Phyllis should be doomed to live in such environment. “If even,” the thought flashed upon her as she passed before her own gate, “if even I am able to keep this roof over our heads.” In her absence the little garden had been neglected, and already the grass had made incursions into the paths and the daisies and forget-me-nots drooped, dead or dying, for want of water. Dorothy sighed as she put her latchkey in the door. Cresswell was the soul of unselfish faithful- ness, but she possessed neither method nor memory, and having spent her entire life until the past three years as one of the many servants in a large and extravagantly kept establishment, she could do nothing without orders, and money seemed to melt through her fingers. The slight noise of Miss Knight’s entrance attracted the attention of the old servant who was anxiously await- ing her young mistress’ return. She came now from the kitchen to greet her and wept copiously as Dorothy kissed her and asked for news of her sister. ““She’s very poorly, miss, and that changed you’d hardly know her. But it’s no use asking me, miss, how she is, as I hardly ever have as much as a glimpse of her. And it does seem hard, after all these years, that me, who has known Miss Phyllis and you since’ you was babies, must be turned out of the room by this fine lady nurse, and sent to fetch her beer and cook her chops and steaks in- stead. And it’s no good my speaking to Dr. Morgan, for he takes her part. “Obey Nurse Rose’s orders in every- thing,’ he says. But i says only my young mistress can | give me orders, and it hurts me, Miss Dorothy, that it does.” : Miss Knight soothed the old servant as best she could and made her way to her sister’s room. Nurse Rose had written that Phyllis was asking constantly for her in her EoOmiGcboo ‘S (E()