"Certainly; but I count her among my children. Ah, I have not seen her for
several days! I fear she has been feeling neglected. I will go to her
now," she added, rising from the couch on which she had been reclining.
"And you may both go with me, if you wish."
Isa had been with Molly for the last half hour.
"I came on that unpleasant business of making a call of condolence," she
announced on her entrance, "but they told me Cousin Elsie was lying down
to rest and her girls were with her--Elsie and Vi--so not wishing to
disturb them, I'll visit with you first, if you like."
"I'm glad to see you," Molly said. "Please be seated."
Isadore seemed strangely embarrassed and sat for some moments without
speaking.
"What is the matter, Isa?" Molly asked at length.
"I think it was really unkind in mamma to send me on this errand; it was
her place to come, but she said Cousin Elsie was so bound up in that child
that she would be overwhelmed with grief, and she (mamma) would not know
what to say; she always found it the most awkward thing in the world to
try to console people under such afflictions.
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