When she opened her eyes, and saw where she was, and that we were all standing about her, she arose with assistance: turning her head, as she did so, to lay it on the Doctor’s shoulder⁠—or to hide it, I don’t know which. We went into the drawing room, to leave her with the Doctor and her mother; but she said, it seemed, that she was better than she had been since morning, and that she would rather be brought among us; so they brought her in, looking very white and weak, I thought, and sat her on a sofa.

“Annie, my dear,” said her mother, doing something to her dress. “See here! You have lost a bow. Will anybody be so good as find a ribbon; a cherry-coloured ribbon?”

It was the one she had worn at her bosom. We all looked for it; I myself looked everywhere, I am certain⁠—but nobody could find it.

“Do you recollect where you had it last, Annie?” said her mother.