Lotty Wilson (Volume 1); Or, Good Prevails, by the Author of Daunton Manor House (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1865. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER III. "THE POWER OF TRUTH." I SLEPT at last, having fairly thought myself into the land of dreams, and only awoke by hearing Cuthbert whistling for Juno to go on his rounds with him, for so good and well-trained was Juno that she never intruded where her presence was not required, but always lay down outside the door, with her handsome old head upon her paws, waiting patiently, while her master attended to his patients within. I hurried down quite ashamed of myself, and, after having hastily swallowed a cup of coffee, thought the best thing I could do would be to go up and see whether Maud Sullivan was in want of any thing. When I got to the cottage, Tommy was sitting upon the step, plaiting a rush cap. "Mother's worse, lady," he said, looking up; "Molly Dawn and the Doctor hurt her terrible." I went in and found Maud in great pain from what my brother had found it necessary to do for the burns. They, unfortunately, were very deep in some parts, and the poor sufferer was evidently not progressing as favorably as we had at first hoped, but she was perfectly in her senses then, and I sat down by the bedside at her particular request. "My dear lady," she said, speaking with difficulty from the stiffness of her swollen face, "I don't feel that ever I shall get over this here business. 'Tis a bad chance for my poor little ones, miss, but 'tis what the Lord pleases, and I must try and make my peace with him, and pray that he will forgive me for all the sins of a whole life. Oh, miss, if you only knew what it is to come face to face with Death so little expected too: all on the sudden, as we may say." And, oh, how sad it was, the tears pent back which could not flow from those deeplyclosed, swollen eyelids--my own were falling fast. "Dear Mrs. Sullivan, ..".