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My heart is heavy for scorn, / Mine eyes with impatient tears, / But heaven looks blue through the cherry-blooms, / And preaches away my fears. / -- EMILY PFEIFFER.
Contrary to the doctor's fears, and in accordance with Hilda's hopes, Judy grew better. A weight had been lifted from her heart -- her starved affections were nourished and soothed once more. Hilda scarcely ever left her room, and Hilda's presence was perpetual sunshine to the child.