again. Every bruise and all weariness were gone, and her hands were
soft
and whole as ever.
"Now I am going to put you to bed for a good sleep," said her
grandmother.
"But what will Lootie be thinking? And what am I to say to her when
she
asks me where I have been?"
"Don't trouble yourself about it. You will find it all come right," said
her grandmother, and laid her into the blue bed, under