"You are not writing!" said her mother at last. "Bring me some pens and paper; I will try and write myself." She sat up, trembling all over with feverish eagerness. Margaret took her hand down, and looked at her mother sadly.

'You are not writing!' she said at last. 'Bring me pens and paper; I will try and write myself.' She sat up, trembling with feverish eagerness. Margaret looked at her sadly.
