They are anxious to do all they can for your entertainment while you are
here."
"Yes, but I want to see grandpa and Uncle Horace now, please; they just
kissed me in the car, and that was all."
They came in at once, full of tender sympathy for the crippled, suffering
child.
"They're so kind," sobbed Molly, as they left the room.
"Yes, you can appreciate everybody's kindness but your mother's," remarked
Enna in a piqued tone, "and everybody can be sorry for you, but my
feelings are lost sight of entirely."
"Oh, mother, don't!" sighed Molly. "I'm sure I've enough to bear without
your reproaches. I'd appreciate you fast enough, if you were such a mother
as Cousin Elsie."
"Or as Aunt Louise, why don't you say?" said Mrs. Conly, coming in, going
up to the couch, and kissing her. "How d'ye do, Enna?"
"Yes, even you are sorrier for me than mother is, I do believe!" returned
Molly, bursting into tears; "and if it was Isa or Virgy you'd be ever so
good to her, and not scold her as mother does me."
"Why, I'm just worn out and worried half to death about that girl," said
Enna, in answer to her sister's query.
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