distance. What was that you said? Oh, I tell you I am better! I am not
going to die."

"You will never, never die," said the little Pilgrim; "are you not glad
it is all over? Oh, I was so glad! And all the more you should be glad
if you were so much afraid."

But this woman was not glad. She shrank away from her companion, then
came close to her again, and gripped her with her hands.

"It is your fun," she said, "or just to frighten me; perhaps you think
it will do me no harm as I am getting so well--you want to frighten me
to make me good. But I mean to be good without that--I do! I do! When
one is so near dying as I have been and yet gets better--for I am going
to get better? Yes! you know it as well as I."

The little Pilgrim made no reply, but stood by looking at her charge,
not feeling that anything was given her to say; and she was so new to
this work that there was a little trembling in her lest she should not
do everything as she ought. And the woman looked round with those
anxious eyes gazing all about. The light did not brighten as it had done
when the Pilgrim herself first came to this place. For one thing they
had remained quite close to the gate, which no doubt threw a shadow. The
woman looked at that, and then turned and looked into the dim morning,
and did not know where she was, and her heart was confused and troubled.

"Where are we?" she said. "I do not know where it is; they must have
brought me here in my sleep--where are we? How strange to bring a sick
woman away out of her room in her sleep! I suppose it was the new
doctor," she went on, looking very closely in the little Pilgrim's face,