Once a Week (1864)
“ I cried out in my agony of fear, “Oh, Arthur, save me! do not leave me!” And then in my distress I awoke, to see Agnes bending over me, while she bathed my burning forehead. “What is the matter?” I said. “Have I been ill? Where am I?” “In your own room, Heffie dear. You have been ill; but you are better now,” she answered. “Oh, yes, I am better now. Have you been near me long?” “Mamma and I have both been with you. We want to make you well and strong again.” “Do you? I thought you could not love me. Why do you stay with me?” “Stay with you, Heffie! Why should I leave you? ”
