Nina ain't very bad to day.
She wont be bad any more. Don't. It will all come right some time.
It surely will. Nina won't be here always, and there'll be no need
to cry when she is gone."
She seemed to think the distress was all on her account, and in
her childish way she sought to comfort them until hope whispered
to both that, as she said, "It would come right sometime."
Edith was the first to be comforted, for she did not, like Arthur,
know what coming right involved. She only thought that possibly
Nina's shattered intellect might be restored, and she longed to
ask the history of one, thoughts of whom had in a measure been
blended with her whole life, during the last eight years. There
was a mystery connected with her, she knew, and she was about to
question Arthur, who had dried his tears and was winding Nina's
short curls around his fingers, when Phillis appeared in the
library, starting with surprise when she saw the trio assembled
there.
"Marster Arthur," she began, glancing furtively at Edith, "how
came Miss Nina here? Let me take her back.
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