"I think I am, miss," she replied. "I don't know what it is. I can't hold myself still. I felt so yesterday at about this same time, miss. Don't be uneasy, I think I'm ill."
I heard Ada's voice outside, and I hurried to the door of communication between my room and our pretty sitting-room, and locked it. Just in time, for she tapped at it while my hand was yet upon the key.

"I think I am, miss," she replied. "I don't know what it is. I can't hold myself still. Don't be uneasy, but I think I'm ill."
I heard Ada's voice outside, and I hurried to the door between my room and our pretty sitting-room, and locked it. Just in time, for she tapped at it