"In the hospital," she answered.

"The singing--who is singing?" I asked.

"It is the chapel choir," she answered; "the services are
nearly over now. It is Sunday."

"Is Rayel here?"

"Your friend? yes, he has been with you every day."

"How long?"

"Almost a month."

I tried to ask other questions, but a drowsy feeling
overcame me and I fell asleep.

When I awoke again Rayel was sitting beside me. As I opened
my eyes he leaned over and kissed my hands.

"They thought you were dead once," he said; "but I knew you
were not dead--I knew you were not dead." I lay for a moment
trying to collect my thoughts. My head was in tight bandages
and something was binding my chest.

"Where is Hester?" I asked. Rayel did not answer. He was not
there, but somebody was holding one of my hands. It was a
lady kneeling beside me, her face leaning forward upon the