The Mischief-Maker

Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - The girl who was dying lay in an invalid chair piled up with cushions in a sheltered corner of the lawn. The woman who had come to visit her had deliberately turned away her head with a murmured word about the sunshine and the field of buttercups. Behind them was the little sanitarium a gray stone villa built in the style of a château overgrown with creepers and with terraced lawns stretching down to the sunny corner to which the girl had been carried earlier in the day. There were flowers everywhere - beds of hyacinths and borders of purple and yellow crocuses. A lilac tree was bursting into blossom the breeze was soft and full of life. Below beyond the yellow-starred field of which the woman had spoken flowed the Seine and in the distance one could see the outskirts of Paris. The doctor says I am better the girl whispered plaintively. This morning he was quite cheerful. I suppose he knows but it is strange that I should feel so weak - weaker even day by day. And my cough - it tears me to pieces all the time.