Chapter 27

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌⁠IT SEEMED LIKE SOME BEAUTIFUL DREAM WHEN SHE ENTERED THE GATES IN THE CHILLY SUNSET OF A WINDY OCTOBER DAY.

"Thank Heaven! the crisis,

 The danger is past,

And the lingering illness

 Is over at last—

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌⁠The fever called 'Living'

 Is conquered at last!"

The day came, late in September, when the autumn leaves were turning red and gold, that Dainty Chase opened wide her startled blue eyes upon t