"The camphor is downstairs," said Fanny, "but I will go for it if you wish
me to. Does your tooth ache very much?"

"Yes, rather," said Julia, and her kind-hearted sister arose and found her
way in the dark downstairs to her mother’s room.

"What in thunder’s come now?" called out Mr. Middleton. "’Pears like
somebody’s been tousing round the house all night."

"It’s only I, father," said Fanny. "Julia has the toothache, and I am
after the camphor bottle."

"Oh, it’s you, Sunshine, is it? The camphire’s on the mantletry. Be
keerful and not break it, honey."

While Fanny was after the camphor, Julia arose, and seizing her books,
threw them hastily into her bureau drawer. She then sprang back into bed
and when Fanny came in she was making a very appropriate moaning on
account of her aching tooth!

"How cold you are, sister," said Fanny; "let me warm my shawl and put it
around you."

"You can’t warm it, for their is neither fire nor wood," said Julia; "and
besides, my tooth is much better now."

So Fanny lay down by her sister, and the two, purity and guilt, were soon
fast asleep, side by side, and the angel of innocence spread his broad
wing protectingly over the yellow locks of the one, while a serpent lay
coiled in the dark tresses of the other.