d to her state room, she found
Bessie sleeping quietly, with the faithful Jennie keeping watch beside
her. The next morning she was still better, and Jennie, who had insisted
upon sitting beside her during the night, was delighted to find her
fever gone and her reason restored.

Very wonderingly Bessie looked around her when she first awoke from a
sleep which had lasted several hours, and then, as her eyes fell upon
Jennie, she asked:

"What is it, Jennie? What has happened? This is not the steerage! Where
am I?"

"And indade ye are in heaven, an' that's the angel who brought you
here," Jennie replied, nodding toward Miss Grey, who came at once to
Bessie's couch.

Bending over her, and kissing her gently, she said:

"I am glad you are better."

"Yes," Bessie answered, falteringly; "but what is it? How came I here?"

In as few words as possible Lucy explained to her that she had
discovered her identity, and could not allow her to remain where she
was.

"It was not right for me to have this large room all to myself, and
leave you in that cramped, crowded place," she said, and Bessie answered
her:

"Yes, it was kind in you, but I am sorry you found me out, I promised no
one should know me. Neil will be so angry and disgraced."

"Drat that Neil, whoever he is!" Jennie exclaimed, energetically.
"Disgraced, indade, I only wish I had him by the scruff of his neck, if
he thinks anything can disgrace you, or make you less a lady. Them
smells, and they are awful sometimes, when half the folks is sick, can't
do it."

At this speech Bessie laughed aloud, the first real laugh since her
mother died, but it did her good; and when Jennie had washed her face
and brushed her hair and given her her breakfast she declared herself
able to get up. But this Lucy would not allow.

"You must be quiet to-day, and to-morrow you can go on deck," she said;
and then, as Jennie had gone out, she sat down by Bessie's side, and
taking one of her hands, continued: "Do you think you are strong enough
to see an old friend by and by?"

Bessie knew she meant Grey, and the hot blood surged into her face as
she answered, eagerly:

"Yes, oh, yes. He will bring Stoneleigh back to me; he was so kind when
father died, and in Rome, and everywhere. Can I see him now?"

"Not just yet," Miss Grey said, smiling at the young girl's eagerness,
which showed itself in every feature. "I doubt if Grey is yet up. He has
been sick all the voyage, and is v