She found her in the room which they occupied together, lying on
the bed, very pale and gasping. She leaned over her.
"Amanda, what is the matter; don't you feel well?" she asked.
"I feel a little faint."
Sophia got a camphor bottle and began rubbing her sister's
forehead.
"Do you feel better?" she said.
Amanda nodded.
"I guess it was that green apple pie you ate this noon," said
Sophia. "I declare, what did I do with that dress of Aunt
Harriet's? I guess if you feel better I'll just run and get it and
take it up garret. I'll stop in here again when I come down.
You'd better lay still. Flora can bring you up a cup of tea. I
wouldn't try to eat any supper."
Sophia's tone as she left the room was full of loving concern.
Presently she returned; she looked disturbed, but angrily so.
There was not the slightest hint of any fear in her expression.
"I want to know," said she, looking sharply and quickly around, "if
I brought that purple dress in here, after all?"
"I didn't see you," replied Amanda.
"I must have. It isn't in that chamber, nor the closet. You
aren't lying on it, are you?"
"I lay down before you came in," replied Amanda.
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