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Page 66
CHAPTER XXIII
"MOTHER"
Not one of the four girls closed her eyes during the long night
following the dinner given by Mrs. Curtis. Miss Jenny Ann sat by
Mollie until toward morning, when Eleanor and Lillian relieved her.
Madge and Phil walked up and down the deck in order to be ready if they
were called. But as the long night wore on, Mollie exhibited no sign
of returning consciousness.
After an early breakfast the next morning Miss Jones went back to her
charge, and the girls lingered in the cabin sitting room talking
together in low tones.
Madge kept her arms about Eleanor. Every now and then she would lean
over to kiss her cousin.
Nellie laughed softly. "What's the matter, Madge? Why are you so
affectionate with me all of a sudden? Does it make you care more for
me because poor, lovely Mollie is so ill, and because it might just as
easily have been me, or Phil, or Lillian?"
Madge nodded. "Perhaps that is the reason."
Neither Lillian nor Eleanor even faintly dreamed that their friend had
anything on her mind to worry her, except the critical condition poor
Mollie was in; but Phil knew differently. She had long suspected what
Mrs. Curtis's preference for Madge meant. Phyllis and Miss Jenny Ann
had even discussed the possibility of their captain leaving them.
However, Phil had never broached the subject to Madge. She Phil
couldn't, she wouldn't think of it.
Mrs. Curtis and Tom arrived at the houseboat just as Madge and Phil
were about to relieve Miss Jenny Ann's second watch. The physician had
said that he expected Mollie to regain consciousness some time during
the morning, and that she must not be left alone for a moment.
"Mrs. Curtis, slip into the room to see Mollie," whispered Madge.
"Phil and I must go to her now. She is unconscious, so your presence
could not frighten her. I want you to see how beautiful she is. She
is really the prettiest person I ever saw, except you," Madge declared,
as she threw a kiss to her friend and hurried after Phil into the cabin.
Miss Jenny Ann went into the sitting-room to lie down. Eleanor and
Lillian went into the kitchen to wash the dishes.
Madge and Phil sat side by side at Mollie's berth. Madge's eyes were
fixed on Mollie's unconscious face, but Phil looked often at her chum.
Phyllis cared very little for wealth and position, for fine clothes and
servants, but she knew these things were very dear to her friend. Yet,
in a vague way, she realized that Madge would be likely to grow into a
finer, sweeter woman without them. Phyllis understood their little
captain. She knew that Madge was full of fine impulses, was brave and
loyal in the midst of difficulties; but she also knew that she was
easily spoiled and that too much money and admiration would not be good
for her.
"Phil," asked Madge, "isn't Mollie stirring? Is there anything we
ought to do for her?"
Phil bent over to gaze more attentively at their patient. She studied
every curve and line in the girl's exquisite face. Now that Mollie's
eyes were closed, and the vacant, pathetic stare was no more visible in
them, her beauty was the more remarkable. Something in Mollie's quiet
features seemed to surprise Phyllis, but she said nothing.
"We can't do anything but wait," answered Phil. "The doctor said that
quiet is all Mollie needs. She is sure to come to herself some time
to-day."
Phil slid her chair up close beside her chum's and kissed her friend on
the cheek. It was an unusual demonstration for the reserved Phyllis.
Madge stared at her. Then she turned a little pale. "You know what
has happened to me, don't you?" she whispered. "I am sure you must
know."
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