Rosalie wondered very much what her mother meant, and she sat watching her
pale, sorrowful face as she lay on her bed with her eyes closed. What was
she thinking of? What was it she had to tell her? For some time Rosalie sat
quite still, musing on what her mother had said, and then she pinned the
card on the wall just over her dear picture, and once more read the words
of the hymn.

After this she arranged the flowers in a small glass, and put them on the
box near her mother's bed. The sweet-briar and cabbage-roses and
southernwood filled the caravan with their fragrance. Then Rosalie took up
her usual position at the door, to watch Toby driving, and to see all that
was to be seen by the way.

They passed through several other villages, and saw many lone farmhouses
and solitary cottages. When night came, they drew up on the outskirts of a
small market-town. Toby took the horses to an inn, and they rested there
for the night.



CHAPTER IV

THE ACTRESS'S STORY

The next morning, as soon as it was light, the horses were put in again,
and the theatre party proceeded on their way. Rosalie's mother seemed much
better; the country air and country quiet had, for a time, restored to her
much of her former strength. She was able, with Rosalie's help, to dress
herself and to sit on one of the boxes beside her bed, resting her head
against the pillows, and gazing out at the green fields and clear blue sky.