quite terrible to look upon. Poor Nattie! I don't know what will become of her. Much suffering must certainly be hers before that fierce will is broken. Mother has truly said that Nattie causes her more anxiety than all the rest of the family. Father thinks that she will outgrow her temper, but I fear not, easily. Poor child! I feel as if every dash of this cold, searching rain was beating on her little, unsheltered form. It is imagination I suppose; still, I can't get rid of the feeling."
"You had better lie down on the lounge, here by the fire, and get a nap," said the husband. "You are quite worn out with the fatigue and excitement of the day. I will watch."
The young wife was glad to comply with this request, and, contrary to her expectations, fell into a refreshing slumber, from which she did not awake till daylight had appeared.
