"Bear up, dear. It's tough to give up college
for a year--"
"Oh, _that's_ not it!" cried the girl, and buried her face in a sofa
pillow.
"No, that's not it," he answered, under his breath. He shook his
shoulders and walked away to the fire, stood staring down into it for a
minute with sober eyes, then drew a long breath and came back to his
sister.
"It's a relief that there's something we can do to help her get well,"
he said, slowly. "And she will get well, Celia--she will--_she must_!"
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CHAPTER II
"Where's the shawl-strap?"
"Charlotte, wait just a moment; are you perfectly sure that mother's
dressing sack and knit slippers are in the case? Nobody saw them put in,
and I don't--"
"Justin, run down-stairs, please, and get that unopened package of
water-biscuit. You'll find it on the pantry shelf, I think."
"Lanse, if the furnace runs all night with the draught on, your fire
will be burned out in the morning, and it will take an extra amount of
coal to get it started again."
"Where's Jeff? He must be told about--"
"Put mother's overshoes to warm.
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