before, and, with her usual benignant hopefulness, she trusted it was the stirring of a
divine impulse. She kissed the sobbing thing, and began to cry with her for grateful joy.
But Hetty was simply in that excitable state of mind in which there is no calculating what
turn the feelings may take from one moment to another, and for the first time she became
irritated under Dinah's caress. She pushed her away impatiently, and said, with a childish
sobbing voice, "Don't talk to me so, Dinah. Why do you come to frighten me? I've never
done anything to you. Why can't you let me be?"
Poor Dinah felt a pang. She was too wise to persist, and only said mildly, "Yes, my dear,
you're tired; I won't hinder you any longer. Make haste and get into bed. Good-night."
She went out of the room almost as quietly and quickly as if she had been a ghost; but
once by the side of her own bed, she threw herself on her knees and poured out in deep
silence all the passionate pity that filled her heart.
As for Hetty, she was soon in the wood again--her waking dreams being merged in a
sleeping life scarcely more fragmentary and confused.