"I'll stay with you, dear Helen: no one shall take me away."

     "Are you warm, darling?"

     "Yes."

     "Good-night, Jane."

     "Good-night, Helen."

     She kissed me, and I her, and we both soon slumbered.

     When I awoke it was day: an unusual movement roused me; I looked up; I was in somebody's arms; the nurse held me; she was carrying me through the passage back to the dormitory. I was not reprimanded for leaving my bed; people had something else to think about; no explanation was afforded then to my many questions; but a day or two afterwards I learned that Miss Temple, on returning to her own room at dawn, had found me laid in the little crib; my face against Helen Burns's shoulder, my arms round her neck. I was asleep, and Helen was--dead.