On Phyllis,
however, she repaid herself for all the mortifications that she
received, while the sweet-tempered little girl took all her
fretfulness and exactions as results of her illness, and went on
pitying her, and striving to please her.
When Phyllis came up to wish her good-night, she was received with an
exclamation at her lateness in a peevish tone: 'Yes, I am late,'
said Phyllis, merrily, 'but we had not done dancing till tea-time,
and then Eleanor was so kind as to say I might sit up to have some
tea with them.'
'Ah! and you quite forgot how tiresome it is up here, with nobody to
speak to,' said Ada. 'How cross they were not to stop the music when
I said it made me miserable!'
'Claude said it was selfish to want to stop five people's pleasure
for one,' said Phyllis.
'But I am so ill,' said Ada. 'If Claude was as uncomfortable as I
am, he would know how to be sorry for me. And only think--Phyl, what
are you doing? Do not you know I do not like the moonlight to come
on me. It is like a great face laughing at me.'
'Well, I like the moon so much!' said Phyllis, creeping behind the
curtain to look out, 'there is something so white and bright in it;
when it comes on the bed-clothes, it makes me go to sleep, thinking
about white robes, oh! and all sorts of nice things.
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